THE FIRE ALARM.

By Thomas Cowherd

Fire — fire — fire! Nigher still and nigher

Seem the tones of the “Alarum bell” borne on the air!

Awaking with a start, what a sinking of the heart

Even the strong are apt to feel, ere they are well aware!

Fire — fire — fire! Higher now and higher

Leaps the madly raging flames as the cry goes round!

In the darkness of the night what a truly awful sight

Is the burning up of homes, while we listen to the sound.

Fire — fire — fire! Behold the havoc dire!

When the black, wreathing smoke a moment clears away —

The flames both hiss and roar as the brave firemen pour

Constantly the crystal streams from Engines in full play.

Fire — fire — fire! Fresh force it does acquire!

The rising wind has sent the blaze unto the other side!

Yet men are standing round in torpor most profound;

Rouse ye up! now fall to work, and let your strength be tried!

Fire — fire — fire! Two blocks seem one vast pyre.

Oh, pity the poor houseless ones — fleeing now away!

Screen them from Winter's blast, for they are on you cast —

That sympathy in measure their losses may repay.

Fire — fire — fire! Thank God, the flames expire!

For a cold, but drenching rain most opportunely comes.

Now honor that Brigade which has such efforts made,

And do n't forget your neighbors who have just lost their homes.