Flag the Traiin

Flag the Traiin.
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(The last words of Engineer Edward Kennar. who died in a railroad accident near St. Johns- ville. N. Y.)
Go, flag the train, boys! Flak the train!
Nor waste the time on me:
But les me by my shattered cab;
Tis better thus to be!
It was an awful leap, boуs,
But the worst of it is o’er:
I hear the Great Conductor’s call
Sound from the farther shore.

I hear sweet notes of angels, boys.
That seem to say, “Well done!”
I see a golden city there.
Bathed in a deathless sun:
There is no night, nor sorrow, boys,
No wounds or bruises there:
The way is clear. The engineer
Rests from his life’s long care.

Ah. ’twas a fearful plunge, my lads
I saw, as in a dream
Those dear, dear faces,
Looming up in yonder snowy stream,
Down in the Mohawk’s peaceful depths
Their imare rose and smiled,
Een as we took the fatal lean
Oh, God! My wife! My child!

Well, never mind! I ne’er shall see
That wife and child again:
But hasten, hasten, leave me, boys!
For God’s sake, flag the train!
Farewell, bright Mohawk!
And farewell my cab, my comrades all!
I’m done for boys, but hasten on.
And sound the warning call!

Oh, what a strange, strange tremor this,
That steals unceasing on!
Will those dear ones I’ve cherished so
Be cared for when I’m gone?
Farewell, ye best beloved!
Farewell! I’ve died not all in vain.
Thank God, the other lives are saved!
Thank God, they’ve flagged the train!