Alfred Clarke,Jr.

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Alfred Clarke, Jr.

Illustrious son of an illustrious sire⁠—

Entrusted with the duty to cry “Fire!”

And call the engines out, exert your power

With care. When, looking from your lofty tower,

You see a ruddy light on every wall,

Pause for a moment ere you sound the call:

It may be from a fire, it may be, too,

From good men’s blushes when they think of you.