With a lovely child and a loving wife.
Naught now came their peace to mar
Worse than a swift train’s rumbling jar.
To fame unknown, but to roadmen dear;
For Jemmie had watched from year to year—
And more than once did his vigil save
A train and its lives from a watery grave;
Since broken in purse and form at the mill
He worked on crutches—a good watch still!
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