There where the creek, ice-fettered, dreaming lies.

I sometimes witness when the air is still

Unearthly splendors on the white-robed hill.

I sometimes read in flashing stars at night

Mysterious promises of future light.

But what can make a spirit's anguish less,

Or ease a heart's eternal loneliness?

[Pg 9]

[Pg 9]

 Father Judge, S. F.

Here was a man, a humble minister

Beloved of all in northern latitudes

Who knew the value of the kingly heart

That beat beneath his worn and priestly coat.

A soldier he, who ne'er forsook his post;

Whose actions were more numerous than words;

His soul was God's; his heart and body man's—

Nothing his own except our gratitude.

Worn e'er his time by hardship none may know

Who shirked the bitter schooling of the North,

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