Glowed crimson in the shuddering glare
Of that untimely day.
The boy was hurried from his sleep;
The horse was hurried from his stall;
Up from the pasture clearing came
The cattle’s frightened call.
The boy was snatched to the saddle-bow.
Wildly, wildly, the father rode.
Behind them swooped the hordes of flame
And harried their abode.