text:  Ha ha! from yon high window thrill'd the wild shriek of despair And gibbering phantoms seem to dance within the ruddy glare; And as a valiant captain leads his boarders to the fray "Up up my sons!" our foreman shouts--"up firemen and away!" Their arms are strong and sinewy--see how the splinters fly-- Their axes they are sharp and good--"Back comrades! or ye die-- Look to the walls!"--a rending crash--they topple--down they come-- A cloud of sparks--a feeble cheer--again!--and all is dumb