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THE BURNING OF THE TURNER MILL
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The smoke grew darker, denser,
Fierce flames leaped high and higher,—
"Oh for Niagarian torrent
To quench the cruel fire!"

Red tongues from every window
Shot forth.—As fortress gray
Shoots flame from belching cannon
In battle's grim array.—

As pillar after pillar
Of smoke arose, which claimed
The attention of the people
As high the rafters flamed—

As stood they mute, and helpless.
While cinders rose and fell
'Mid the crackling and roaring
No mortal power could quell

A cry to Heaven ascended—
(Thro' bravest hearts a thrill
Of horror crept:)—The proprietor
Is in the burning mill!"