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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472331" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Memorial tribute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">READ AT THE MEETING HELD AT MUSIC HALL,<br>FEBRUARY 8, 1876, IN MEMORY OF DR. SAMUEL G. HOWE</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LEADER of armies, Israel's God,<br>Thy soldier's fight is won!<br>Master, whose lowly path he trod,<br>Thy servant's work is done!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No voice is heard from Sinai's steep<br>Our wandering feet to guide;<br>From Horeb's rock no waters leap;<br>No Jordan's waves divide;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No prophet cleaves our western sky<br>On wheels of whirling fire;<br>No shepherds hear the song on high<br>Of heaven's angelic choir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet here as to the patriarch's tent<br>God's angel comes a guest;<br>He comes on heaven's high errand sent,<br>In earth's poor raiment drest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We see no halo round his brow<br>Till love its own recalls,<br>And, like a leaf that quits the bough,<br>The mortal vesture falls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In autumn's chill declining day,<br>Ere winter's killing frost,<br>The message came; so passed away<br>The friend our earth has lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, Father, in thy love we trust;<br>Forgive us if we mourn<br>The saddening hour that laid in dust<br>His robe of flesh outworn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long the wreck-strewn journey seems<br>To reach the far-off past<br>That woke his youth from peaceful dreams<br>With Freedom's trumpet-blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along her classic hillsides rung<br>The Paynim's battle-cry,<br>And like a red-cross knight he sprung<br>For her to live or die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No trustier service claimed the wreath<br>For Sparta's bravest son;<br>No truer soldier sleeps beneath<br>The mound of Marathon;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not for him the warrior's grave<br>In front of angry foes;<br>To lift, to shield, to help, to save,<br>The holier task he chose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He touched the eyelids of the blind,<br>And lo! the veil withdrawn,<br>As o'er the midnight of the mind<br>He led the light of dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He asked not whence the fountains roll<br>No traveller's foot has found,<br>But mapped the desert of the soul<br>Untracked by sight or sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What prayers have reached the sapphire throne,<br>By silent fingers spelt,<br>For him who first through depths unknown<br>His doubtful pathway felt,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sought the slumbering sense that lay<br>Close shut with bolt and bar,<br>And showed awakening thought the ray<br>Of reason's morning star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where'er he moved, his shadowy form<br>The sightless orbs would seek,<br>And smiles of welcome light and warm<br>The lips that could not speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No labored line, no sculptor's art,<br>Such hallowed memory needs;<br>His tablet is the human heart,<br>His record loving deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rest that earth denied is thine,--<br>Ah, is it rest? we ask,<br>Or, traced by knowledge more divine,<br>Some larger, nobler task?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had but those boundless fields of blue<br>One darkened sphere like this;<br>But what has heaven for thee to do<br>In realms of perfect bliss?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No cloud to lift, no mind to clear,<br>No rugged path to smooth,<br>No struggling soul to help and cheer,<br>No mortal grief to soothe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough; is there a world of love,<br>No more we ask to know;<br>The hand will guide thy ways above<br>That shaped thy task below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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FEBRUARY 8, 1876, IN MEMORY OF DR. SAMUEL G. HOWE


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LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!

No voice is heard from Sinai..."></div>
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