New-York tribune., 1918-05-05

His name will be held in kindest remem-
brance so long as an old soldier of the Civil
War lives, and by his host of warm, per-
sonal friends who from intimate ac-
quaintance learned to admire and appreciate
him for his many good qualities and kindly
acts.
If stores of dry and learned lore we
gain,
We keep them IN the memory of the
BRAIN.
Names, things and facts, whate'er
ave knowledge call,
There rs the common ledger for them
al
And images on this cold surface
traced
Make slight impressions and are
soon efaced.
But aOe've page more gloaOing and
bright,
Whereom our friendships and our
loves to aU1ite,
That these may 1aever from the soul
depart,
We trust them to the memory of the
heUTt.
There is no dinming, no efacement
there;
Edch meaO oulsatiom keeps the record
clear.
Warm, golden letters all the tabl4s
fill,
Nor lose their lustre till the heart
stands still.
The grim reaper has been unusually busy
with the members of the Sixty-fifth Con-
gress, and that facb brings us all to the
realization that life is fast feeting away,
and as the shadows lengthen we find that
we are
A little more tired at close of day,
A little less a'arao,ss to haze oar avoy;
little less ready to scold and blame,
A little more care of q brothers. name;
And so we are nearing the jouYney's
Where time and eternity meet and
blend.
A little more love for the fricnds of
y0Uth;
A little less zeal for established truth;
A l1ttte more charity IN Our uieaUs.
A little less thirst for the daily ,,esus;~
And so a0e are folding our tents o,voy,
And passing m silence at close of day.
A little less care for bonds and qold.
A little more Sest IN the days of old;
A broader vaeaU and a soner mind,
A little more love for all mankind;
And so zoe are fa,img adown the avay
That leads to the gates of better dan.
little more leisure to SIT and dream.
A little more real the things unseen;
little nearer to those ahead,
With U,sions of those long loued and
dead;
And so aoe are going, where all must
go,
To the place the hUing may never knoqp.
Wherever his spirit is TO-DAY. know
that he cordially joins with ali patriotic
Americans in the sentiment expressed bv
the poet:
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State,
oaaI ON, q Onaon, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future gears.
is hanging breathless on thy fate!
we k'1oa0 aohut Master laid thu keel.
steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and
rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers
beot,
IN aoil1t q forge and whut q heat
We're shaped the anchors of thy hope!
rear not each sudden sound and shock.
Tbs of the aUave and not the rock;
Tbs but the Tapping of the sad,
And not q rent made by the gole!
In spite of rock and tempest roar,
In spite of false lights on, the shore.
Sal on, nor fear to breast the sea!
our hearts, oar hopes, are all w;th
thee,
Our hearts, oar hopes, our prayers,
our tears,
Our faith triumphant DER omr fears
Are oil auth thee-are all with thee!
AR. WASON resumed the floor and
AvA brought the session to a close bv
quoting tribute framed by ex-Congress-
man George B. Hazelton the conclusion of
which reads as follows:
"Well may l say in the presence of his
death and the pending crisis amid the ma
tions OF the earth, in the language of Byron:
"BetaOeem tpo soovlds life hovers like
star,