All hearts grew warmer in the presence

Of one who, seeking not his own, Gave freely for the love of giving,

Nor reaped for self the harvest sown.

Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude
Of generous deeds and kindly words;
In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers,
Open to sunrise and the birds!

The task was thine to mould and fashion
Life's plastic newness into grace;

To make the boyish heart heroic,

And light with thought the maiden's face.

O'er all the land, in town and prairie,

With bended heads of mourning, stand

The living forms that owe their beauty

And fitness to thy shaping hand.

Thy call has come in ripened manhood,

The noonday calm of heart and mind, While I, who dreamed of thy remaining To mourn me, linger still behind:

Live on, to own, with self-upbraiding,
A debt of love still due from me,-
The vain remembrance of occasions,

Forever lost, of serving thee.

It was not mine among thy kindred
To join the silent funeral prayers,
But all that long sad day of summer

My tears of mourning dropped with theirs.

All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow,
The birds forgot their merry trills;
All day I heard the pines lamenting
With thine upon thy homestead hills.

Green be those hillside pines forever,
And green the meadowy lowlands be,
And green the old memorial beeches,
Name-carven in the woods of Lee!

Still let them greet thy life companions
Who thither turn their pilgrim feet,
In every mossy line recalling

A tender memory sadly sweet.

O friend! if thought and sense avail not To know thee henceforth as thou art, That all is well with thee forever

I trust the instincts of my

heart.

Thine be the quiet habitations,

Thine the green pastures, blossom-sown,

And smiles of saintly recognition,

As sweet and tender as thy own

Thou com'st not from the hush and shadow

To meet us, but to thee we come; With thee we never can be strangers,

And where thou art must still be home!

O

NONE in all the world before

Were ever glad as we!

We're free on Carolina's shore,

We're all at home and free.

Thou Friend and Helper of the poor,

Who suffered for our sake,

To open every prison door,

And every yoke to break!