Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-11-13
REV. CALEB FULLER
The Eighty-third Anniversary of His
Birthday.

| The celebration of the eighty-thi ami.
versary Of the birth of Rev. Caleb Fuller
was an interesting affair, although in compe-
tiuon with the celebration of the recent excit-
Ing election. Quite large number of friends
gathered at the residence of Mr. Fuller on
sewaii street, and by their happy greetings.
enjoyable exercises and offerings of friends.
In addition TO a valuable present from Mr..
and Mrs Mason, expressed their appreciation
OF dear friend, an honored man and an e1-
emplary Christian
| After the social festivities and music. a
poem was called for, written by Mrs. Mason.
as an expression of personal friendship, be-
lore she had learned that many others had
desired her to voice their thoughts. This
beautiful tribute to family friend was read
In very impressive manner by Mrs. G. r.
Palmer After brief address by Rev Mr..
Palmer, Mr.. Fuller made one of his charac-
teristic speeches that touched the hearts Of
all This tribute of respect was paid to one
whom we delight to honor, for be has long
been honored both by church and State.
The following is the production by our
Augusta poet:
The Gift of God is Eternal Life.
10 the Rev. Caleb Fuller on his eighty third birth
day, Nov. u, lSso.
swing slowly, Time thy -cythe to day,
Above the fruited bud and flower
chine long, sun. aud fill, pray,
With golden light each hour
And stay, o Life, awhile and rest
Amidst thine ever hurrying ways,
And of thy blessings, give the best
To marx this day Of days,
And from Thine heights, Most Holy One,
Let fall in llessedness teTene
That peace which foNs a. rivers run
Their pleasant banks between
He Is not old, whom love would bless
With choicest gifts of earth and heaven;
To him whose fruits righteousness,
Eternal youth is given
He is not old, though for hi, sake,
The Lies have passed three score and ten;
He meier grow old, whose hand doth break
The bread of life to
lie Is not Old, whose glad eyes see
And through all mis- and clouds that be-
still hold Gods promise
He is not old. whose happy ears
Have heard life's choral and strong
Sweeping throughout the endless years,
Triumphant wrong!
He is not old, whose trusting feet
Have walked in holy ways apart,
He grows not old whose pulses beat
With the Eternal Heart.
But ever young that soul remains
Through love OF man, from SELF sci free
That counts its own, our loss gains,
In gracious sympathy.
still ever young, the lips which spake
Upon that fare fl hallowed day
Unto Thy fold these children take
Tog not out, for aye!
And ever dear, the voice whose word e
Of love, with consec alton blent
In priestly Office mlnistered
Lies sweetest sacrament
And ever bcst, the prayers that rise, }.
The tears with us in sorrow shed.
The holy touch upon the eyes
OF our beloved dead.
''Not dust to dust alone. o SOUL"
He prayed mot death beneath the sod.
When broken is the golden bowl;
But life anew with God"
Thy people he hath conferred,
Look down in love, o lie 'rt of ALL
This day and on thy servants head
Let brnedictons fall
50 length of days for him be full
with comforts rich with blessings rife;
And thcn-God's gift unspeakable.
The Everlasting life!
EMMA HUNTINGTON MASON.