The wilting flowers across her breast;
She’d wearied to sleep in their eager quest.
“Save her, Mary![323] For God’s sake run!”
Came Jemmie’s voice like a signal gun;
The mother sprang like a startled deer,
But the rushing train[324] was now too near—
She saw, and swooned[325] with a piercing shriek
That echoed afar o’er the winding creek;
Ay, pierced the boom round the curve so near,[326]
And smote on the ear of the engineer;