57» MEMORIAL OF MARSHALL PINCKNEY WILDER. 



O friend ! if thought and sense avail not 



To know thee henceforth as thou art, 

 That all is well with thee forever 

 trust the instincts of my heart. 



Thine be the quiet habitations. 



Thine the green pastures, blossom-sown. 

 And smiles of saintly recognition 



As'sweet and tender as thy own. 



Thou com'st not from the hush and shadow 

 To meet us ; but to thee we come. 



With thee we never can be strangers. 

 And where thou art must still be home.** 



