Straight into destruction! The pipes, men! On, on,
Play the water-stream on him,—full—faster—the whole!
And now—Christ save his soul!
III.
—I stifle—I choke;
And he,—Heaven grant that he smother in smoke
Ere the fearful explosion comes. Hark! What's the shout?
—Is he saved?—Is he out?
—Did he compass his purpose,—the Hero?—(One name
To-night we shall write on the records of fame,—