text:  "Ho comrade up! awake arise! look forth into the night: Say is yon gleam the morning-beam yon broad and bloody light? Say does it tell--yon clanging bell--of mass or matin song? Yon drum-roll--calls it to parade the soldier's armed throng?" "No brother no! no morning-beam is yonder crimson glare! Yon deep bell tolls no matin--'tis the tocsin's hurried blare! Yon sullen drum-roll mutters out no summons to parade: To fight the flame it summons us--the valiant Fire-Brigade!" Then fast the Fireman rose and waked his mate that lay beside; And each man gripp'd his trusty axe and donn'd his coat of hide-- There bounds beneath that leather coat a heart as strange to fear As ever swell'd beneath the steel of gilded cuirassier