When loss or grief, with sharp distress, To man brings brunt of storm and stress, He stands serene who calmly bends In strength that trust, very deep-rooted, lends.

T0 H0RATI0 STEBBINS

The sun still shines, and cheerful, blithesome birds Are singing on the swaying boughs in bloom. My eyes look forth and look at no sign of gloom, No loss casts shadow on the grazing herds; And yet I bear within a grief that words Can ne'er express, for in the silent tomb Is laid the body of my friend, the doom 0f silence on that matchless voice. Now girds My spirit for the struggle he would praise. A leader viewless to the mortal eye Still guides my steps, still calls with clarion cry To deeds of honor, and my thoughts would raise To seek the truth and share the love on high. With loyal heart I'll follow all my days.

NEW YEAR, 1919