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"O h , my lost little child 1” cries the moth or, forgetting the babes at
lie:- breast,
Tn this moment of awful anguish she lovcih the lost child best.

Up from the crowd all breathless with hope and doubt: and fear
Goes a crv: "Thank Go:_1, he’s coming with the child 1” and chccron

Rings through the night, blending strangely with the wind and the
wild llames' roar.
As out of the tottering building' the fireman springs once more.

Straight to the mother be staggers with the rescued child and erics;
“ I left him, and T have saved him I " ;;nd the hero looks out of bis eyes.
Then he falls at her feet ; they crowd round him, and lift his dcooping
head.
“ I— saved— the— child," lie whispers,— a gasp— and the hero is dead.

TCmor E . R l l x f o r d .

THE GRAVE.

fWt'iUsu expressly for this V olu m e-]
O RE, more! My cry is never stilled,
M I am the grave, and never1 filled.
Beneadi the stones
1 crunch their bones,
I claw their eyes, I freeze their veins,
I blast their life— no life remains.

I soil their beauty with damp rust,
I grind their beauty into dust,
Their 3lands I hold,
And turn to mould,
I smite the skull where brain hath been,
I smite the skull and break it in.