• If i shall ever win the home in heaven
    For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray,
    In the great company of the forgiven
    I shall be sure to find old Daniel Gray.

    I knew him well; in truth, few knew him better;
    For my young eyes oft read for him the Word,
    And saw how meekly from the crystal letter
    He drank the life of his beloved Lord....

  • When, stricken by the freezing blast,
      A nation’s living pillars fall,
    How rich the storied page, how vast,
      A word, a whisper, can recall!

    No medal lifts its fretted face,
      Nor speaking marble cheats your eye;
    Yet, while these pictured lines I trace,
      A living image passes by:

    A roof beneath the mountain pines;
      ...