31 OCTOBER 1885, Page 16

POETRY.

IN MEMORIAM—BISHOP FRASER.

INTO that great, strong city of strong men, Whose pavements ring with ever-passing feet, One of the strongest will not come again, Where all those thousands meet.

Often will they who loved his honest face—

That face that lightened many a weary day— Think of him sadly in his resting-place In Berkshire far away. God, who didst give him, love is waxing cold ; Sorely we need true servants of Thy Son ; Forgive us, if less firmly than of old We say, Thy will be done.

Yet with thanksgiving shall our cold hearts burn For him Thou takest when we need him most, Thanking Thee more the deeper that we learn And know what we have lost. W. R. H.