196 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW ; 



THE MESSENGER OF PEACE. 



A meteor flashed athwart the sky, 



A star of wondious brilliancy ; 

 And thousands gazed as it went, 



And thousands grieved when spent. 



O'er a continent in its flight, 

 South to north flashed its light, 



Then sank at old Plymoth Rock, 

 First landing of our parent stock. 



Like Bethlehem's star, mission peace. 

 The bonds of hate sought to release ; 



Messenger from heaven, oh, brothers, heed, 

 To heal the wounds that still do bleed. 



Glorious Grady, thy work was short, 

 Brave and alone, with no cohort ; 



Like the master, sowed the seed. 

 Like the master, martyr to the deed. 



