The Portland daily press., 1886-02-01
Tothe New Murdoch Free Hospital.
BY A. M. TRIGGs, a Patient.


This new Hospital you say,
Will be finished on the first of May.
A noble structure It's and grand,
Finely located, and well planned
Large enough for all.
AS it contains 10000 feet of floor,
OF its kind the only Hospital
Supported by one individual
Without contribution or taxation
In all this great aud glorious nation!
From sill to eave-fr0m wing to wing,
The structure seems J5Uj1a0 thing.
In living tones it seems to speak:
81 am an ayslum for the weak,
And burdened and distressed.
Theehelpless, struggling and depressed,
Deserving daughters of Mother Eve,
Beneath my roof will find relief;
Though many here may often come
Filled with sad thoughts OF friends, and home
Their hearts with sckening fear be rife
To come beneath the surgeons knife
Filled with the dizzy, nameless dread
That hauntS the etheriZlng bed.
Their tears and fears will melt away
Like dew before the orb OF day.
Kindness will wipe away the tear,
Experience Danish doubt and fear,
And cheerful word and pleasant smile
Shall many lonely hour beguile
For none can here position fill
In whom kindness does not blend with Skill
No surgeon here who is not kind,
Skilful, gentlemanly and refined,
And faithful, punctual to each call,
To rich or poor, one and all.
No attendant here upon the sick
Whose heart is not warm, deep and quick
To feel for, relieve and sympathize
With PAIN and tears, and SleeplesS eyes,
To soothe the tired, throbbing head
To SOFTEN cool the fevered bed
Remembering Him who favors rain,
For the cup of water in His name"
How glad this founders heart must feel!
How full of pride and holy zeal,
To see this noble work go on,-
To see the healed leave one by one,
To EflolU none in the white cots lay
Worrying the doctors bills to pay,
To hear the convaleScentS sing,
Theh laughter make the fine wards ring;
The thanks that from glad hearts they pour
The ''God bless him. as he leaves the door.
To feel that what he can he gives,
Sees it in good while he JiCeS.
Not waiting till he has turned to dust,
To let his wealth amass, waste, and rust.
He sees, he sees, full well he knows
Where and how each dollar goes
Not boarded, Squandered, Vainly spent,
But wisely used, and freely lent
To Him who said of the graceS three,
"The greatest of these is Charity"
Another name enrolled shall be
On the pages of philanthropy!
Would like him were many more
Who would freely, wisely use their store
Of useful knowledge, and growing owl wealth ns,1tl
SO many unheeded day by day
In crowded cities would not fade away
For want of skill, and pure fresh air,
And rest and nouriShment and loving care;
SO much want and suffering, we would not meet
In garrett, and alley, in shop and street;
So many young mothers doomed to die,
Their last earth memory their children's cry
Who, left to the waves of a hardened world,
Oft in its eddies of sin are whirled
Nor so many girls OF pure SOUL fine bran
Left to drag out hours of smotheredspain,
Without the means for the time to stop.
For a rest from store, or desk, or shop.
Their strength still falling their last hope gone,
Still bravely trying to struggle on.
When timely skill and care would save
Many flower from an early grave
God shower his blessings on every one
Who works for the good, and the light OF Man,
And happy make the hearts tonight
OF those who labor for love and right,
And of those bright souls who have ever sought
To lift, enlarge the plane of thought,
For the cause of science, and skill and Truth,
Or for the alienation of Age and Youth
From Sickness suffering, error wrong,
Or to lift the fallen, or lead the strong,
Comfort their souls at the last great call,
Forget not this Founder among them all
Give him happiness, peace and light,
Strength to Keep the path OF right.
Bless him, Father, in thy own sweet way,
And 'sraise him up'' on the final day
boston Traveller, Noyember 1850
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