A LIFE WORK

He heard the cry of man enslaved

In bonds and servile toil;

And gave his voice for freedom till

The “Freedman” tilled “free-soil.”

He saw his weaker brother reel,

Pierced by Drink's poisoned dart,

And wrought and wrote with fervent zeal

To stay the Tempter's art.

He heard the clash of sword and gun

In deadly battle-strife;

And pleaded till his day was done

For Love's sweet rule in life.

He rests in peace. Who now shall wear

The mantle he let fall?

Who teach as he the Father-love,

The brotherhood of all?