Mother, look out and see that light—

How red it makes the sky;

Oh, ’tis a grand though fearful sight!

See how the bright sparks fly!

It is a house on fire, my son,—

An agonizing sight;

It serves to make more deep the gloom

That haunts my soul to-night.

Mother, what dreadful noise is that,

Which thunders o’er the pave?