In Memory of the Rev. Father Damien.
The noble-hearted priest, who voluntarily devoted sixteen years of his life to the poor sufferers of the leper island; dying at last among them, a victim to the dreadful disease. A true martyr, whose memory the world reveres.
Oh, pure, sweet U(c, crowned hy a god like death. —Lewis Morris.
0, patient soul! Self-doomed to share the misery of another, Leading the way to that mysterious goal With the infinite tenderness of a mother ! How beautiful didst thou prove Thy god-like love! Through years of pain— Long years that rolled away so lone and dreary, True to thy task thou never didst complain; Nor felt the holy work was growing weary. Who knows how their bosoms bled When thou wert dead! ***** Me thinks I hear Sad strains of music from the cloister stealing; Methinks each eye is glistening with a tear, Where holy oms with heavy hearts are kneeling, Mourning in a low. sweet plaint, A dear, dead saint, Ohahi.es Umbers. May 16,1880.
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In Memory of the Rev. Father Damien., Evening Star, Issue 7910, 18 May 1889, Supplement
In Memory of the Rev. Father Damien. Evening Star, Issue 7910, 18 May 1889, Supplement
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