Only second to the Chicago fire in destructiveness was that which visited Boston in the following year. It started on Saturday evening, November 9; 1872, and sixty-five acres were laid waste before it was controlled. BOSTON [November 9, 1872] O BROAD-BREASTED Queen among Nations! Has the Merciful tired of His mercy, And turned from thy sinning in wrath, That the world with raised hand sees and pities Thy desolate daughters, thy cities, Despoiled on their path? One year since thy youngest was stricken: Ah! God, was Thy wrath without pity, O Father! forgive us our doubting; The stain from our weak souls efface; Thou rebukest, we know, but to chasten, Thy hand has but fallen to hasten Return to Thy grace. Let us rise purified from our ashes As sinners have risen who grieved; JOHN BOYLE O'Reilly. The district burned contained the finest business blocks in the city, and the loss was estimated at $80,000,000. For a time, it seemed that the famous "Old South" would be destroyed. THE CHURCH OF THE REVOLUTION "The Old South stands." LOUD through the still November air The clang and clash of fire-bells broke; From street to street, from square to square, Rolled sheets of flame and clouds of smoke. The marble structures reeled and fell, The gold moon, 'gainst a copper sky, Beyond the harbor, calm and fair, The sun came up through bars of gold, Then faded in a wannish glare, As flame and smoke still upward rolled. The princely structures, crowned with art, Where Commerce laid her treasures bare; The haunts of trade, the common mart, All vanished in the withering air, "The Old South stands!" "The Old South must be levelled soon The ancient fane still stood complete. All night the red sea round it rolled, But still the dial-plate at morn Was crimsoned in the rising light. Long may it redden with the dawn, And mark the shading hours of night! Long may it stand! Long may it stand! where help was sought HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH. THE RIDE OF COLLINS GRAVES The nation rushed to Boston's aid just as it had done to Chicago's, and the city soon rose from her ashes greater than ever. AFTER THE FIRE WHILE far along the eastern sky For riches make them wings, and they Do as an eagle fly away. O vision of that sleepless night, On roof and wall, on dome and spire, The cloud still hovers overhead, The scene, how new! The tale, how old Again I read the words that came 571 The peaceful valley has waked and stirred, And the answering echoes of life are heard; The dew still clings to the trees and grass, And the early toilers smiling pass, As they glance aside at the white-walled homes, Or up the valley, where merrily comes What was it passed like an ominous breath- That thrills the being of those who see The air of the valley has felt the chill; The workers pause at the door of the mill; The housewife, keen to the shivering air, Arrests her foot on the cottage stair, Instinctive taught by the mother-love, And thinks of the sleeping ones above. Why start the listeners? Why does the course Whence come they? Listen! and now they hear The sound of the galloping horse-hoofs near; 66 To the hills for your lives! The flood is behind!" He cries and is gone, but they know the worst, The breast of the Williamsburg dam has burst! The basin that nourished their happy homes Is changed to a demon. It comes! it comes! |