"A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, With sudden, indescribable blow — towns drown'd — humanity by thousands slain, The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge, Dash'd pell-mell by the blow — yet usher'd life continuing on, (Amid the rest, amid the rushing, whirling, wild debris, A suffering woman saved — a baby safely born!)"