Madly rolled the giant wreck,
    Fiercely blazed the riven deck;
    Thick and fast as falling stars,
    Crashed the flaming blocks and spars;
    Loud as surf, when winds are strong,
    Wailed the scorched and stricken throng,
    Gazing on a rugged shore,
    Fires behind, and seas before.

    On the charred and reeling prow
    Reft of hope, they gather now,
    Finding, one by one, a grave
    In the vexed and sullen wave. 
    Here the child, as if in sleep,
    Floats on waters dark and deep;
    There the mother sinks below,
    Shrieking in her mighty wo.

    Britons, quick to strive or feel,
    Joined with chiefs of rich Brazil;
    Western freemen, prompt to dare,
    Side by side with Bourbon’s heir;
    Proving who could then excel,
    Came with succour long and well;
    But Jerome, in peril nursed;
    Shone among the foremost—­first.

    Through the reddened surge and spray,
    Fast he cleaves his troubled way;
    Boldly climbs and stoutly clings,
    On the smoking timber springs;
    Fronts the flames, nor fears to stand
    In that lorn and weeping band;
    Looks on death, nor tries to shun,
    Till his work of love is done.

    Glorious man!—­immortal work!—­
    Claim thy hero, proud New York;
    Harp of him when feasts are spread,
    Tomb him with thy valiant dead. 
    Who that, bent on just renown,
    Seeks a Christian’s prize and crown,
    Would not spurn whole years of life,
    For one hour of such a strife?

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