Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
In the busy haunts of men.
In the busy haunts of men.
