Our Hero.

Onward to her destination,          O'er the stream the Hannah sped,      When a cry of consternation          Smote and chilled our hearts with dread.      Wildly leaping, madly sweeping,          All relentless in their sway,      Like a band of cruel demons          Flames were closing 'round our way      Oh! the horror of those moments;          Flames above and waves below -      Oh! the agony of ages          Crowded in one hour of woe.      Fainter grew our hearts with anguish          In that hour with peril rife,      When we saw the pilot flying,          Terror-stricken, for his life.      Then a man uprose before us -          We had once despised his race -      But we saw a lofty purpose          Lighting up his darkened face.      While the flames were madly roaring,          With a courage grand and high,      Forth he rushed unto our rescue,          Strong to suffer, brave to die.      Helplessly the boat was drifting,          Death was staring in each face,      When he grasped the fallen rudder,          Took the pilot's vacant place.      Could he save us? Would he save us?          All his hope of life give o'er?      Could he hold that fated vessel          'Till she reached the nearer shore?      All our hopes and fears were centered          'Round his strong, unfaltering hand;      If he failed us we must perish,          Perish just in sight of land.      Breathlessly we watched and waited          While the flames were raging fast;      When our anguish changed to rapture -          We were saved, yes, saved at last.      Never strains of sweetest music          Brought to us more welcome sound      Than the grating of that steamer          When her keel had touched the ground.      But our faithful martyr hero          Through a fiery pathway trod,      Till he laid his valiant spirit          On the bosom of his God.      Fame has never crowned a hero          On the crimson fields of strife,      Grander, nobler, than that pilot          Yielding up for us his life.