The
boy stood on the burning roof,
Whence all but him had fled;
He
calmly looked upon the scene,
With naught of fear or dread.
The
people called, he would not go,
The flames rolled like a sea;
When,
horrors! In the fire he fell, –
A clothing sign was he.
Dec.
2, ‘95
B.
Courier,
Mar.
8, ‘96
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