THE LATE REV. F. D. ALAURICE.
APRIL, 1872.
Wno has not known some Author, Artist, Saint, Whose image he has worshipped from afar, But, drawing near, has felt the light grow faint, Found meteoric stone for vanished star?
Scan not too closely ; mighty men of war In fighting Self have shown a coward taint ; The grandest actor dons peruke and paint, Bring not full daylight in, his gifts to mar!
'Tis so with many, 'twas not so with thee, Thou Christ-like man, new laid below the sod, Fair in the distance, fairer near to see ; Pointing the way, thou walkedst Gospel-shod.
From thy bright presence all things dark must flee, Or stay transformed and own thee child of God ! A. B.