Of varying faiths, a common cause fused all their hearts in one. God give them now, whate'er their names, the peace of duty done! How gladly would I tread again the old-remembered places, Sit down beside your hearth once more and look in the dear old faces! And thank you for the lessons your fifty years are teaching, For honest lives that louder speak than half our noisy preaching; For your steady faith and courage in that dark and evil time, When the Golden Rule was treason, and to feed the hungry, crime; For the poor slave's house of refuge when the hounds were on his track, And saint and sinner, church and state, joined hands to send him back. Blessings upon you!- What you did for each sad, suffering one, So homeless, faint, and naked, unto our Lord was done ! Fair fall on Kennett's pleasant vales and Longwood's bowery ways The mellow sunset of your lives, friends of my early days. May many more of quiet years be added to your sum, And, late at last, in tenderest love, the beckoning angel come. Dear hearts are here, dear hearts are there, alike below, above; Our friends are now in either world, and love is sure of love. KINSMAN. DIED AT THE ISLAND OF PANAY (PMLIPPINE GROUP), AGED 19 YEARS. WHERE ceaseless Spring her garland twines, As sweetly shall the loved one rest, As if beneath the whispering pines And maple shadows of the West. Ye mourn, O hearts of home! for him, The story of his blameless youth; And nature guess the simple truth. The very meaning of his name Shall many a tender tribute win; The stranger own his sacred claim, And all the world shall be his kin. VESTA.-A CHRISTMAS CARMEN. And there, as here, on main and isle, The dews of holy peace shall fall, The same sweet heavens above him smile, And God's dear love be over all! VESTA. O CHRIST of God! whose life and death Our own have reconciled, Most quietly, most tenderly Take home thy star-named child! Thy grace is in her patient eyes, Thy words are on her tongue; Her smile is as a listening child's She leans from out our clinging arms, O, less for her than for ourselves We bow our heads and pray; Her setting star, like Bethlehem's, To Thee shall point the way! THE HEALER. TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORÉ'S PICTURE OF CHRIST HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; That healing gift he lends to them The power that filled his garment's hem Is evermore the same. 481 |