The wail of many a blighted life,
The prayer of a despairing wife;
A mother, weeping for her child;
A father, grief has driven wild.
And then—I pray thee silence keep;
'Twere best to let thy secrets sleep.
A TRIBUTE TO
Dr. G. A. Tharp.
BY G. W. VAN WEIGHS.
Arise, my Muse, and tune your harp
To ring the praises of a Tharp;
His cultured mind and noble soul
Truth and virtue both control.