With fresh bellowsed flame will return without fail,
And help to oppose him he'll thankfully hail
Our Water-King manly and mettled.
He is down, but not dead, and his dreadful red head
He again will be lifting to-morrow.
'Tis Hydrant 'gainst Hydra, and shall it be said
That for lack of assistance this demon so dread
Shall doom the great City to sorrow?
This fierce All-devourer is hungry as Time,
And would wolf all the world as food-fuel.