(James Braidwood of the London Fire
Brigade; died June, 1861.)
Not at the battle front, writ of in story,
Not in the blazing wreck, steering to glory;
Not while in martyr-pangs soul and flesh sever,
Died he—this Hero now; hero forever.
No pomp poetic crowned, no forms enchained him;
No friends applauding watched, no foes arraigned him;
Death found him there, without grandeur or beauty.
Only an honest man doing his duty;
Just a God-fearing man, simple and lowly,