Until a daughter’s toil memorial brought!
Within a thousand strengthened hearts thy visage beams to-day.
Mild was thy manly spirit! as a child
Among his playmates thou couldst laugh and sing;
Yet, through the greatest hardships on the wild,
Thou didst the cheering Gospel to the Micmac wigwam bring.
Peace when the gloaming settled, sweet release
From thy long day of labor, for as He
Pleased not himself, thyself thou didst not please;
Thou too were meek and lowly, yet a prince of high degree.