REV. DR. F. W. HATCH,

A pleasant theme it is to think of him

That parted friend, whose noble heart and mind

Were ever active to the highest ends.

Even sceptics paid him homage‘ mid their doubts,

Perceiving that his life made evident

A goodness not of earth.

His radiant brow

And the warm utterance of his lustrous eye

Told how the good of others triumph'd o'er

All narrowness of self. He deem'd it not

A worthy aim of Christ's true ministry

To chaffer for the gold that perisheth

Or waste its God-given powers on lifeless forms;

But love of souls, and love of Him who died

That they might live, gave impulse to his zeal.

— And so, while half a century chronicled

The change of empires, and the fall of kings

And death of generations like the leaves

That strew the forest‘ neath autumnal skies,

He toil'd unswerving in that One Great Cause

To which the vigor of his youth was given.

— And as his life, its varied tasks well done

Shrouded its head and trustful went to Him

Who giveth rest and peace and rich reward

Unto his faithful servants, it behooves

Us to rejoice who have so long beheld

His pure example.

From it may we learn

Oh sainted Friend, wherever duty calls

With fervent hearts to seek for others’ good,

And wear thy spirit-smile, and win even here

Some foretaste of the bliss that ne'er shall end.