The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-01-05
THE DEDICATION OF THE THRO0P
MEMORIAL ORGAN.

PRELUDE.
He wrought. while here he walked mis- earthly
ways,
perfect life, that was psalm of praise.
Throbbing with love to earth. and God and
man,
In noble measure every cadence ran;
All! fitting then his monument should be,
Eternal echoes of pure melody.
VOLUNTARY.
Then let the music swell, nor doubt his soul,
Within that happy place where diapasons roll
OF circling planet, and of peopled star,
Is from this sacred spot removed so far
That touches of our tenderness doth fail to
move,
The deep sweet fountains of his deafness love.
Ah to his spirit first then sound the strain
And while it trembles 'er and o'er again,
Our hearts send up the prayer. "Oh let us be
Worthy of his great lfe and blessed memory"
Call forth the soul of Music, for tire bride.
Passeth in virgin beauty by her loved ones side;
Scatter tone-fOwers about them as they
kneel
Sweetly and softly let the music steal
To joy, and pain, to holy motherhood,
To home. to hope. to all things fair and good,
The offering of their lives Oh sanctify!
Stronger than death bind thou the sacred
tie,
Stronger than life the Love that makes the
twain
One flesh, never to sundered be again.
Touch soft the keys. for 10! with falling tear.
black-robed throng is slowly drawing near.
Sadly they come with solemn down-bowed
head
Behind sable bier whore lies one dead
Touch soft the keys, tribute to grief and pain
Now breathe deeper, gladder, grander strain,
'Tis but the vase they bear, the incense riven,
Burns purer in the censer of its Heaven
Sound tones of triumph for the battle won,
symphony of joy for journey done.
Call forth the balm of Music. To the DUST
We bow our heads Oh Godl Thou great and \
just,
Forgive our wasted lives. forgive the days
Wherein no deed was done thy name to
prasel
Broken with grief, softened, with heart contrite,
We come to learn to walk thy ways Alright
Bruised by our own wild hands, erring and
weak,
In high resolve some healing gift we seek.
Surcease of pain, strength for to-morrow's race
Grant us. the while we seek thy pardoning
grace,
Call forth the pecan of Music, for the land
Our fathers loved, held in Gods mighty hand
Gives thanks and praise for the rich harvest
home,
And plead a blessing for the days to come,
Loud let the music roll for blood and tears.
For clash of arms. for the alarms and fears
OF stress and tempest all have passed away,
And in newer, purer better day
We stand upright. seeing with clearer eye
Our nations hope, our country's destiny.
Then let the music swell and as it falls
Soft as pervading light within these walls.
Lo! there the holy grail of memory
Descends enwrapped in waves of harmony.
We know he hears the undertone of love,
We know he sees our spirits, reverent, move
Back o'er the path he with such honor trod.
Until he fell asleep in arms of God.
We know he reads the wondrous mystery
OF Life, and Death. and of Eternity.
FINALE INSTRUMENTAL
Receive thy soul, oh man-made Instrument
Speak thou henceforth with voices Heaven-sentl
Praise God thou metal from the depths of
earth.
Praise God! nsensate wood, that had thy
birth
In the dark mold for Destiny
Hath granted boundless favor unto thee
Like man, the humble product of the Past,
Thou dost appeal unto Future vast.
Like mans thine every feeble falterng heart
tone
Strs pusing echoes round Gods very throne.
MRS. Lou V. CHAPLIN.
PASADENA, CAL.