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I  dashed  at  the  door  in  fury,  shrieking,  u  T  will  not  die  1
                            D:s  in  this  burning  prison  !” — hut  I  caught no  answering  cry.
                            Then,  suddenly,  right  upon  me  the  flames  crcpt  up  v fith  a  roar,
                            And their  fiery  tongues  shot  forward,  cracking  ray  prison  door.


                            T  was  free— with  the  heavy  iron  door  dragging  rne  down  to  death;
                            T  fought  ray  way  to  the  cabin,  choked  with  the  burning  breath
                            Of the  flames that danced around  me  like  mad,  mocking  fiends at  play.
                            A n d  then— 0   God  !  I  can  see it,  and  shall to  my  dying  day.

                            T h ere  lay  m y  Nell as  they’d  left  her  dead  in her berth  that  night;
                            The  flames  flung  a smile  on  her features,— a  horrible,  lurid  light,
                            God  knows  how  I  reached  and  touched  her,  but  I  found  myself  by
                                   her side;
                            I  thought  she  was  living  a  moment,  I  forgot  that  m y  Nell  had  died.


                            In  the  shock o f  those  awful  seconds  reason  came back  to  my  brain.
                            1  heard  a  sound  as  o f  breathing,  and  then  a  low  cry  of  pain ;
                            Oh,  was there  mercy  in  heaven ?   W as  there  a  God  in the  skies?
                            The dead woman’s Ups were  moving,  the  dead woman  opened  her eyes.

                            I  cursed  like  a  madman  raving— -I  cried  to  her,  “  Nell J  my  Nell J”
                            They  had  left  us  alone  and hdpless,  alone  in  that  burning  hell;
                            They had  left  us  alone  to  perish— forgotten  me  living— and  she
                            H ad been  left  for  the  fire to bear  her  to  heaven,  instead  of  tlie  sea.

                            T  clutched  her,  roused  her  shrieking,  the  stupor was  on her still;
                            I  seized  her  in  spite  o f  my  fetters,— fear  gave  me  a giant’s  will.
                            God  knows  how  I  did  it,  but  blindly  1  fought  through  tlie  flames  and
                                    the  wreck
                            U p—-up  to  the air,  and  brought  her  safe  to  the  untouched  deck.

                            W e'd   a  moment  c f   life  together,— a  moment  o f  life,  the  time
                            Kor  one  last word  to  each  other,— ’twas  a  moment  supreme,  sublime,
                            frorn the trance we'd for death mistaken the heat had brought her to life,
                            A n d   I   fettered  and  helpless,  so  we lay  there,  husband  and wife I
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