The Portland daily press., 1886-01-13
To the New Murdoch Free Hospital.

BY AM. TREGGs, 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 a liUilg thing
In living tones it seems to speak:
Il am an aySlum for the weak,
And burdened and distressed.
The helpless, 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 Sickenlng fear be rlfe
To come beneath the surgeons knife
Filled with the dizzy nameleSs dread
That haunts the etherzing 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,
Skful, 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
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 kno1U none in the white cots lay
Worrying the doctors bills to pay,
To hear the cOnvaleScentS sing
Thel laughter make the fine wards ring;
Thn han a
The ''God bless him" as he leaves the door.
To feel that what he can he gives,
Sees it in good use while he LjUes.
Not waiting till he has turned to dust,
To let his wealth amass, waste, and rust
He sees, he Sees full well ne knows
Where and how each dollar goes,
Not boarded, squandered vainly spent,
But wisely used, and freely lent
To Him who said Of the grace, three,
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 wealth
For the good, and aid, and light OF health,
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;
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 Whlrled.
Nor so many girls OF pure soul, line BRAIN,
Left to drag out hours of SmOthered.pain,
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 soulsaWho 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 ''raise him up'' on the final day.
Boston Traveller, November, 1885.
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