“Great God! Down brakes! Quick! Reverse!”
And Bill was out[327] on the iron horse,
Treading his thrills o’er the roaring fires
With his nerves strung tense as electric wires.
Alas! the engine’s speed is too great;
The baby dreams in the path of fate!
Yet Bill knows the force and just the brace
To lift a pound in such a case;
With a rushing train and the child asleep,
’Tis a giants’ power his place must keep.