^firaue JFlen uiho met their Death 
 
 ^ WUU in the 
 
 ^ii^^featjg^ of tbriv futg 
 
 St. litbain Street Fire 
 
 Melt, hearts 1 Flow, tears ! Deep heavy cloud 
 Of dismal melancholy shroud, 
 Way, overwhelm the stoniest breast ! 
 Though, ne'er before, with grief oppressed, 
 Resist, no more, hef powerful sway, 
 Knroused by such calamity 
 As now o'erspreads its gloomy gown, 
 Iiike darkest night, our awe-struck town ! 
 
 Fire, fierce relentless element, 
 
 Inters, in blackest cerement. 
 
 Bight noble hei^oes of the hose^ 
 
 MJn wrapped in death's most violent throes. 
 
 Borne hence, unwarned, and hurriedly 
 Bushed forth into Eternity, — 
 Inearthed, and with deep wonnds prostrated, 
 drilled, roasted, and, alive, cremated, — 
 Aloft, to meet their God, they rise. 
 Bragged ruthlessly from those they prize. 
 Enforced, unsummoned, to the skies. 
 
 Hush ! Let the funeral array 
 Of mourners wend their silent way ! 
 Ijet weeping mdthers, widowed wives, 
 Orphans, bewailing fathers' lives. 
 Creep on, with measured tread, and slow, — 
 Associate-friend of heavy woe I — 
 Unfeigned, sincereat symph'thy spread, 
 Sink down each heart, bend low each head 
 To lamentation, o'er the dead I 
 
 JAMES CRANKSHAW. 
 
 MoKTRiAL, May ist, 187X