Hush, hark, that knell
What means that bell?
That rousing swell
It dies, It sinks, in parted links.
Again It thrills! Again it fills Waking, shaking, leaping higher,
Deeply rolling with embodied lire.
See that smoke I See that cloud Darker, denser, wider growing,
Rising, falling, searching, blowing.
Again that stroke ! See that crowd I Rushing, pushing, shouting, yelling,
Love to save, each bosom swelling—
Swelling, swelling, swelling.
Place the engine ! Seize the hose I I .el the water boldly float On the tiendish, flery foes,
And the engine puff her throat.
Hear those names 1 Hear those claims I Save me, father? Save me, mother I Sister, save me I Save me, brother I Oh I hear that faint dispairing cry I No more. Those lips in ashes lie.
Raise the stream I Raise the stream I Oh I love and life are sinking, failing,
Midst seas of flame there’s loud bewailing, Whilst daring hearts the walls are scaling, Scaling, scaling, scaling.
Hark I that cry. Hear that sigh ?
O, that scream I Horrors teem I Mailed in might stont hearts are wielding Axes bright, from danger shielding Life’s last throbs nigh before they die.
Hitshl that clash I Oh I that crash I Madly rising, tearing, dashing.
Wildly flouncing, flaring, flashing.
Red flames lash the broken sash.
Hark, hark, within—a breath, a din 1 Groaning, moaning, clinging, grasping,
Life on fire, a fireman clnsping!
Clasping, clnsping, clasping.
Buch love of kin should glory win.
Oh, God ! that wall. That prayer I That fall I Ruin, wreck, and desolation,
Ravage, waste, and devastation,
Spread death’s sad pall dark over all.
Was It a beam, or brick, or stone Tore here his flesh, broke here his bone? Matted and moiled, floats here and there, Clotted with blood, a tuft of hair.
That lurid glare I That ghastly stare ?
Bruised, maimed, and gashed, soiled, stained, and broken,
Of former looks scarce left a token.
Could those lips speak, how they could tell Of direful woe and fortune tell 1 Kor mother’s grief those eyes have shed ; Kor brother’s pains that still heart bled.
As on that shattered form 1 gaze,
Where deepening gloom emits its rays, Where life might linger, yet is not,
I waver in man’s future lot.
On that brow a thought is moulded ;
On those lips a word lies folded;
Immortal word -immortal thought I What seraph fleet the whisper caught ?
What now is light or gloom, or earth, or air, To that wild stare ?
Or friend: or foe, or joy, or woe,
Or frown, or smile, or trust, or guile,
To that dead glare ?
Truth rests but In the tomb.