He told me not to fear;
My little trembling hand he seized,
And checked the rising tear.
Loud thunders through the forest pealed;
He smiled, and cheered me on,
Exclaiming, "we'll soon reach the field,
Then all the danger's gone."
But soon, in hurried tones he said,
"Run, sister, run with me,
Look! look! directly o'er your head,