GOD gave him to our stricken earth,
A little while,
To cheer us with his sparkling mirth
And sunny smile.
Where in old Hopkins hall calm stands
The Healer's form,
That seems to stoop with outstretched hands,
To quell life's storm,
His eager feet oft hurried past
To bless and cheer
Some soul that on to death sped fast,
'Twist hope and fear.
His every act seemed fraught with love,
As quietly
By beds of suffering he would move
With sympathy.
A symbolical figure of our Lord in Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, Md. On the pedestal of the statue is the text, "COME unto ME all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you REST."
He ever trod the path of peace,
And firmly stood
For truth and faith, that ne'er shall cease,—
The deathless good.
The poor rose up to bless his name;
He felt their wo,
And on his mission went and came,
God's love to show.
O eyes that beamed with tender light,
Closed now in rest,—
O loving heart that sleeps to-night,
Your deeds are blest.
Some day, some day, when night is past,
Forevermore,
God grant we meet in mansions blest
On life's fair shore.
