The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1886-02-05
TOthe New Murdoch Free Hospital.


treatment and that improves the mind
TOthe New Murdoch Free Hospital.
ByA.M. TREGGs, "A Patient.
This new Hospital, you say
Will be finished on the first OF May.
noble structure tits and grand,
Finely located, and well planned.
Large enough for all,
As it contains sc, 1000 feet OF noor,
OF its kind the only Hospital
Supported by one individual
Without contribution or taXatlOn;
In all this great aud glorious n na 11;nG
From sill to eave-from wing 70 Wlns'
The structure seems ttOtng tilhg'
In living tones it seems to speak;
81 am an ayslum for the weak,
And burdened and distressed.
The helpless, struggling and depar gs
Beneath my roof will find relief;
Though many here may often come
Filled with sad thoughts of friends, ana nome
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 a 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, punctua 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 Sympath1Ze
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 eel!
How full of pride and holy zeal,
To see this noble work go On
To see the healed leave one by one,-
To knolo none in the white cots lay
Worrying the doctors bills to pay,
To hear the conValescents sing,
Thefl laughter make the fine wards ring;
The thanks that from glad hearts they pour,
The sGod bless him. as he leaves the door.
To feel that what he can he giUes,
Sees it in good use while he lives.
Not waiting till he has turned to dust,
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 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 resi-, and nourlsnment ana LOVING care moot
In garnet, 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 Smothered.pain,
Without the means for the time to stop.
For arrest 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 ''raiSe him up'' on the final day.
[Boston Traveller, November, 1885.
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