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 "The boy stood on the burning deck 

Whence all but he had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck,

Shone round him o'er the dead.
 

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm;

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though child-like form.
 

The flames rolled on - he would not go,

Without his Father's word;

That Father, faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud: - "Say, Father, say

If yet my task is done?"

He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son."

 

-from Casabianca, by Felicia Hemans

...Huh. Don't want to ruin the end, but it's not pretty.