24 MAY 1902, Page 17

POETRY.

FATHER DOLLING.,

Forzi the white hands in sleep ; the day is o'er; He has laid down the cross he gladly bore

For love of those who had so much to bear, And we that knew him know him here no more.

Such zeal for God and man within him burned, He was more worthy of the fame he spurned Than many a saint who sits in orieled bliss And wears a halo he has never earned.

But, carrying balm for wants and sufferings grim, And light of heaven where light of earth was dim, He knew that some were happier for his work, And that was more than praise or fame to him.

Let us thank God amid our dust and heat, Our fierce self-love in triumph or defeat, Let us at least thank God that he has lived And helped to keep our human nature sweet.

A. ST. J. A.