To think how like thy father’s self
Thou art, my noble boy!
He was a fireman, gallant, brave,
As ever grasp’d a robe;
A nobler heart ne’er beat to save
The sufferer void of hope.
One stormy night, the deep-toned bell,
The firemen summon’d forth
To duty; but, alas! he fell,
My dearest hope on earth.