Passing of the Fire Alarm Bell.
Mournfully the people murmur,
As they to each other tell,
How they miss the warning ringing
Of the fire alarm bell.
Like a faithful sentry ever
Guarding from the foe ,
Telling true its tale of danger,
Ringing clear and slow.
Ere its echoing peals were stilled,
Dashing forth to do or die,
Brave and sturdy firemen came
From their stations—Hying by.
Who has not the bell strokes counted.
Watched the fire teams on their way,
Thankful when the fire bell sounded
A box number far away?
Back unto their rest or duties
All not near could turn in peace
With grateful feelings in their hearts
That for them alarm did cease.
Famed in verse and famed in use,
Marked by history a boon;
’Tis well to mourn the passing
Of the fire bell’s warning tune.
Clanging bells no more arouse us,
No more the recall rings,
Fire may come, and yet we reck not
To whom it danger brings.
Many times upon life’s journey
Shall we sadly tell
How we miss, within our city.
The fire alarm bell.
