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Grav'd on the niassy ore which misers love;
But vacantly lie gaz'd, and caught no trace
Of lost deght.-The wordling's eye would
In the mild charges of that sanity brow
Nought save the wreck of intellect, and shun
Such humbling picture but Gods book was


there,


Fast by his side, and on its open page
Geam'd the blest name Of Him Of Nazareth.
Quick DER his brow the light Of gladness rusrd
And tears burst forth, h,-ycs, tears OF swelling


JOY!
For this had been the banner of his soul
Through all her pilgrimage.


To his dull ear
spake the message Of a friend who walk'd
with him in gloly's path, and nohly shar'd
That fellowship in danger and in toll
which nits pure souls together But The, name
Rcslord no image of the CHERISHED form
So long bciuv'd II should have said farewell,
In brokcnncss Of heart, but up he rose
And with seeylkc majesty, pour'd forth
His holv adiuration to the God
Who Ger Hle's broken wave had borne his bari.
Safe toward the haven deep that thrilling


PRAYER


Of comfort and Of joy.


All else was gone
Ambition, glory, friendship, earthly hopc,--
But still Devotion like sentinel
Waking and watching round the parting soul
Gave it the soldiers shield and pilgrims staff
For its ieturnlcss journey. When saw
This triumph ofour Faith-this gem that glow d
Bright mid the dross of mans intrmity,
Low ON the earth laid my lip, and said
"Oh! let me with the righteous die, land be
My end ike his. !" H.
Hartford, Monday, July 81, 1926.