The Portland daily press., 1886-01-16
TOthe New Murdoch Free Hospital.
Ry a. NE. TRIGGs, a Patient

Ely A. W.. EHAGG&S, Eatlent'
This new Hospital you say
Will be finished on the first OF May.
A 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 nation!
From sill to eave-from wing to wing,
The structure seems HUi7lg thing.
In living tones it seems to speak:
II 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, ana nome
Their hearts with Sickenng 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 beglile.
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 OF 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, thr0bblng mead,
To soften, cool the feyered 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 kl,olU none in the white cots lay
Worrying the doctors bills to pay,
To hear the cOnYaleScentS sing,
Theil laughter make the fine wards ring;
The thanks that from glad hearts they pour,
The God bless him" as he leaves the door.
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 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 graees 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 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;
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 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 falling their last hope gone,
Still brayely 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
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