THE FIREMAN'S SONG.
"Ho, comrade, up! awake, arise! look forth into the night:
Say, is yon gleam the morning-beam, yon broad and bloody light?
Say, does it tell—yon clanging bell—of mass or matin song?
Yon drum-roll—calls it to parade the soldier's armèd throng?"
"No, brother, no! no morning-beam is yonder crimson glare!
Yon deep bell tolls no matin—'tis the tocsin's hurried blare!
Yon sullen drum-roll mutters out no summons to parade:
To fight the flame it summons us—the valiant Fire-Brigade!"