The Portland daily press., 1870-01-19
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From the London TomaAa" K.
George Peabody.

George Peabody.
d.. n.,u, ,,,s Died November, 1869.
ro,,, ., cha honnv land which gave him birth
Bear We the man whose only Iame Is ms
Iaat ne had me fsw who With the pen or tonons
Or sword wrong wonders rest beneath these aisles
lie stays n long among them-lor his body
Is ours; it lives enshrn I'd In all our hearts,
And IN our chiidren's, for this legacy
He LET. to ALTO love and honour him.
But whom among the greatest men, whose lives
Inc 10 naroie chronicles, will sneer at bin?
u ~ Was was nor eloquent nor skilled in war;
ne was no poet yet his works will live
AIItnoogh unwritten often be rehearsed
py ioVlog lips which he had taught to smile.
Zone OF the dead within the Abbey walls
bear an escotcheon blotted more by tears
Tears shed by friends who never saw their friend,
rsais fuil OF love and hope, not bitterness
Nor drear despair, such as have oft been shed
Eor those whose giant intel.ects were soied
BY passions sLains-those weep for him who felt
His helping hand; the hand is numb and cold
But not the help; his wealth lives after him
,Weath got by honesty and spent in love
Not OF himself, but others = blessed gold,
whose brightness never in ms noble hands
Grew dim, bat shone more splendid and more pure.
The hand that stiffened in the clasp of Death.
Ieue 70 his nature still was strong to give.
Freely and wise y. May like wisdom guide
Ihose who received the charged
ror never. surely, will his spirit rest
II with pronigats or nggard hand
They waste or save this noble legacy ,li
III: poor are heirs, that seldom IN d sr1S "of"
nIoy tner hertage M laf up The dole
Which TO fhe poor were p!enty
VIII NAV we weep to think that be has gone
who. drinking deep of Fortunes magic cur
Never forgot the poor. For him no luxury
Could palsy th0ught-n0r needed he to feel
Priration, ere he learnt to pity want
Yes, we must weep Tor him, he leaves but t,w
Disciples, and they halt behind their lord
With tardy steps, while misery's paIlid host
Grows vasteT day by day.
Many there are who, lofling at their eosa
With silken curta MS hide the light of d ":
Sort fall the dim volu ptuous beams on Them
Ana sootne them into slumber-but without
" nat is IL mat they fear? They fear to look
on grIm starvation, grisly-taced disease,
IN oru !al ignorance wit b betting brOws
~ wee spawn that from such parents eprings-
~ n n5 are tner own creations, and they tear
10 look OH them.
Bind fools They may shut out the searching ,irht
My camnot quench it-and the time will come
~ ush All the monsters which that light reveals
Snali ask, with horrd cry-'Who made us?' "God!'
Sney try to answer but the coward Lilo
1cks IN their throat; tor with thousand tongues
cClieu with the echoes OF the Judgment trump,
conscience, awakened from her eIhaIgy,
Eacaims, not God, but man, irreverend wret' h.
Su,tnred these monsters with his selfish lusts'
IN IN happy we, II not too ate to hear
Inc message which his spirit from above
ny angels long It's faithful minister's
dArries awhile to SPEAK: ..If augbt my life
Ian teach to others. may it teach them this
rNor wealfh, nor happiness, nor fame, can make
Us augbt but poor and wretched and obscure,
Nv nile other men are 50. Their griefs are ours.
~ ne Less We feel them now the heavier tar
mhsy lie on us hereafter. This Is heaven
TO have the power OF doing all the good
I'VE yearn to do on earth''