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guided it was to do so no more. Near him was 

 one of his flock, an Indian girl, who needed some 

 attention, and as he arose he leaned his elbow on 

 a pile of boxes. And while standing there the great 

 call came: the Hand of God touched him, and 

 the body which had endured so much fell forward. 

 When Bishop Stringer reached his side a few 

 minutes later the Indian girl was holding his 

 head in her lap. Nothing could be done, and 

 without a struggle, without one word of farewell, 

 the brave soul passed forth to a higher life.&quot; 



O good grey head which all men knew, 



O voice from which their omens all men drew, 



O iron nerve to true occasion, true : 



fallen at length that tower of strength, 



Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew, 



Such was he whom we deplore. 



The long self-sacrifice of life is o er.&quot; 



