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IV
F. C. C.

6 May, 1882
Fair Soul, who in this faltering age didst show
Manhood's right image, constant, courteous, pure,
In silence strong to do and to endure,
'Neath self-suppression veiling inner glow,—
Justice at one with gentleness:—The throe
Of lightning-death found thee, if any, fit,—
Secure in faith,—to bare thy breast to it:—
Ah! thine the joy, beloved!—ours the woe!
For thou hast ta'en thine innocence on high,
The child-simplicity of thy stainless years;
And on thy brows we see the diadem
Of those who walk with Christ in purity,
Fair souls, and wept, like thee, with lifelong tears,
Sword-slain in Ephrataean Bethlehem.