WILLIAM RUSSEL DUDLEY JORDAN 19 



They hear and feel some echo wake 



Of sorrow slumbering long. A tear 

 Is shed for some sweet lost one's sake, 



A tear that leaves life's stream more clear. 

 They bless the song and them who sing ; 

 They feel the sympathy upspring 

 That's born of human suffering. 



The air is full of sad-toned bells 



That never cease their brazen toll; 

 With circling suns their pulsing swells, 

 And in one tireless world-wave roll. 

 But grateful unto sorrow's ear 

 From the Lehigh, far or near, 

 Comes this dirge so sweet and clear 

 Come these human voices dear. 



Professor Dudley's health was good until about three years ago, when 

 he set out to study the trees of Persia. In Egypt he was attacked by 

 a severe cold or bronchitis which ended in tuberculosis. 



He never married. 



