REV. STEPHEN JEWITT, D. D.,

I well remember him, and heard his voice

In vigorous prime, beneath the Temple-Arch,

His brow enkindling with its holy themes.

And I remember to have heard it said

In what a patient studiousness of toil

His youth had pass'd, and how his manhood's tent

Spread out its curtains joyously, to shield

His aged parents, from their lonely home

Amid the glory of the Berkshire hills,

Turning in tender confidence to him;

And giving scope to earn the boon that crowns

The fifth commandment of the decalogue.

— And this he did, for their departing prayer

Fell balmily upon his filial heart,

As when the dying Jacob, blessed his race

And worshipp'd, leaning on his patriarch-staff.

— His lengthened life amid a peaceful scene

Flow'd on, with loving memories.

He had serv'd

The Church he lov'd, not in luxurious ease,

But self-forgetful as a pioneer,

When she had fewer sons to build her walls,

Or teach her gates salvation.

And the dome

Of yon fair College on its classic heighth

So beautiful without, and blest within,—

By liberal deeds, as well as gracious words

Remembereth him and with recording pen

Upon the tablet of its earliestfriends

Engraves his name.

So, full of honor'd years,

Blessing and blest, he took his way, above.