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Where Jenmiie,  the  watch,  spent  his  useful life
                                Witli  a  lovely  child  «itd  a  loving  wife,
                                 Naught  now  ca-ne their  peace to  mat
                                Worse  than  a  swift  train's  rumbling  jar.


                                To  fame  unknown,  but to  madman  dear,
                                For Jem mi e tine!  watdicc’  from  year to year—
                                And more  than  once  did  his  vigil  save
                                A  train  and Its  lives from a waterv  srrave,
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                                Since broken  in  purse and  form  at the  mill
                                He  worked  on  crutches— a  good  watch  still ■


                               “ Hark  !  ’Tis  the  train !  "   The  mother’s  ear
                                 Leans  to  the  sound;  then  a  mortal  fear
                                Freeze*  her  veins— she sees  not  hor  child!
                               "Oh,  darling!   Oh,  Maggie!”  in  accents  wild.
                                She  starts  from  the  hut— now feeling the way,
                               11 Keep  Maggie  in  when  the trains go by


                                She  strains  her eyes  out  toward  the creek,
                                Where  up the track,  wjth  an  ashen cheek,
                                Hobbled  the  watch— one pointed  crutch
                                Where  Maggie  lay  in  the  engine's  clutch—■
                                The  w iking  flowers  across  her breast;
                                She'd  wearied  to  sleep in their eager quest,


                               lfSave  her,  Mary !   For God’.1;  sake  run ! "
                                Came  Jemmies  voice  like  a  signal  gun;
                                The  mother sprang  like a  startled  deer,
                                Rut the rushing  train  was  now  too  near—
                                She  saw,  and  swooned  with  a piercing  shriek
                                That  echoed  afar  o’er the winding creek ;

                                Ay, pierced  the boom  romid  the  curve  so  near,
                                And  smote  on  the  ear  of the  engineer ;
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