Part 2 — ON THE DEATH OF A VETERAN JOURNALIST.

Great faith was his, a broadened light that shed An unremittant halo on his way, Out-shining moon, and stars, and solar ray, By which his steps through stormy years were led; And while his soul on heavenly manna fed, The well adjusted balance, work and pray, He steadfastly observed from day to day, Assured that faith divorced from work is dead. For man’s behoof the Christian hero wrought, Consistent, fearless, aiming for the right, His silvered locks conspicuous in the fight, Whose purpose was release of limb and thought From all enslaving bonds; kind heart and brave! No rest for him, no rest but in the grave!