Alice Ayres,
On the stairs,
    Do you hear the horses come?
God grant that we may see
Your mantle falling free,
    When your soul is caught up home.

Aye, she hears,
Has no fears,
    Tho’ the flames are round her feet,
She has set the window wide,
To the crowd below has cried,
    Cats the mattress to the street.

One by one—
Nobly done—
    Seeks the children through the smoke,
Though the red flames break the door,
Though the white fumes through the floor
    Curl, to stifle and to choke.

Seeks and brings
On the wings
    Of her love so strong and brave
All the children of her care,
Drops them gently thro’ the air
    To the hands outstretched to save.

“Alice! leap!
We will keep
    Safe from harm!” the great crowd calls;
Half in swoon, faint for breath,
From a fiery doom, to death
    Shattered fearfully, she falls.

Alice Ayres,
On the stairs,
    When the golden horses came,
Your mantle fell so free,
All the world was there to see
    Heaven’s chariot-wheels of flame.

Somewhere still
Work and will,
    Tried by fire can stand the test,
Still we think in the Red-Cross Hall,
Of “our Alice, “ hear her call,
    “Die for others, do your best.”

(Ballads of Brave Deeds, p. 10)