EBENEZER JONES

by Ebenezer Jones (1820–1860)
 

WHEN the world is burning,

Fired within, yet turning

Round with face unscathed;

Ere fierce flames, uprushing,

O'er all lands leap, crushing,

Till earth fall, fire-swathed;

Up amidst the meadows,

Gently through the shadows,

Gentle flames will glide,

Small, and blue, and golden.

Though by bard beholden,

When in calm dreams folden,—

Calm his dreams will bide.

THE WORLD IS BURNING
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