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The Bangor Fire
By JOHN J. FRIEND, BANGOR, MAINE
1 It was on a Sunday afternoon
The sky was bright and clear, The people of our dear old town
They felt no dread or fear; But 'ere the clock it had struck four
They heard the signal bell Which drove them from the homes they loved
And bid that last farewell.
2 Far down Broad Street the flames rose high,
And crossed Kenduskeag Stream They landed at the Crosby shed,
It seemed so like a dream; The savings bank is all afire
Our Library is no more Oh! who would thought this Sabbath eve,
Would bring sorrow to our door.
3 I'm standing on Exchange Street,
To view this awful scene The Stearns block is toppling down,
Great heavens what can it mean! And just across, the Morse-Oliver
Is falling o'er our head And gazing there with anxious fear,
Upon the aged dead. |
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