  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, He passed away, and now forever stands As close to God as gentle Damien. |
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