Out of the flames!
S. Bissell
1.
Where, oh, where's our little Nell?...
My heart is full of grief;
Will not some sweet angel tell,...
And give my heart relief?
Our Lillie's saved, and Mary, too,...
With papa and our Belle;
But where is she, our dearest one,...
Our darling little Nell?
But where is she, our dearest one,...
Our darling little Nell?
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Our darling Nell, whom all did love...
To call her pretty name,
The angels took her up above...
Out of that crimson flame.
2.
We didn't see her wee-wee face
When we escaped the fire,
The smoke had curtained all the place,
The scarlet tide rose higher.
See! Lillie dear fall on her knees,
And call upon God's name;
"Do send kind angels, if you please,
To bear her from the flames."
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3.
Methinks I see the angels
Right in amidst the flame,
Bearing away our darling Nell,
And calling her by name:
So tenderly they bore her,
Ascending higher and higher,
And safely home they took her,
To swell the angel choir.
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