“Hark![317] Tis the train! The mother’s ear

Leans to the sound; then a mortal fear

Freezes her veins—she sees not her child[318]!

“Oh, darling! Oh, Maggie!” in accents wild.

She starts[319] from the hut—now feeling the way,

“Keep Maggie in when the trains go by.”

She strains her eyes[320] out toward the creek,

Where up the track, with an ashen cheek,

Hobbled the watch[321]—one pointing crutch

Where Maggie lay[322] in the engine’s clutch—