The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1886-01-23
TOthe New Murdoch FreeH Hospital.


ByA. Nh. TRIGGs, "a Patient.
| This new Hospital, you say,
| Win be finished on the first of May
| noble structure tits 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 nationl
| From sill to eave-from wing to wing,
| The structure seems liUi9g thing.
| In living tones it seems to speak:
! 81 am an aySlum for the weak,
| And burdened and distressed.
| The helpless, struggling and depressed
| Beneath my roof will find relief;
| Though many here may often come
| Filled with sad thoughts of friends, and home
| Their hearts with sickening fear be rife
| To come beneath the surgeons knife
| Filled with the dizzy, namelesS dread
| That haunts the etheriZing 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 lc7l010 none in the white cots lay
Worrying the doctors bills to pay,
To hear the cOnyaleScents sing,
Tlei laughter make the fine wards ring:
The thanks that from glad hearts they pour,
The seed bless him'' as he leaves the door.
To feel that what he can he ,gjoes,
Sees it in good use while he lives.
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 S useful Sc da knowledge yh and growing wealth
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 hardened world
Dit in its eddleS OF sin are Whlrled.
Nor so many girls of pure soul, fine brain,
Left to drag out hours of smotheredspain,
Without the means for the time to stop.
For rest from store, or desk, or shop.
Their strength still failing, 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 s'raise him up" on the final day.
[Boston Traveller, November, 1885.
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