PASTEUR'S GRAVE 



{The tomb is built at the end of a long corridor in the great 

 institute which bears his name, and is shut off by magnifi- 

 cent gates of wrought iron. The archway over these gates 

 is decorated with irises on a gold ground, and the simple 

 words are inscribed, "Id repose Pasteur."} 



No cypress-shadowed church-yard nor the gloom 



Of haunted cloisters doth immortalize 



The dust of him whose patience proved more 



wise 



To save than Death to slay. The busy loom 

 Glancing with silk, the teeming herd, the bloom 

 Of purpling vineyards, and the grateful eyes 

 Of souls reprieved at Death's most dread assize 

 Shall make eternal gladness round his tomb. 

 Not mid the dead should he be laid asleep 

 Who wageth still with Death triumphant strife, 

 Who sowed the good that centuries shall reap, 

 And took its terrors from the healers' knife; 

 Defender of the living, he shall keep 

 His slumber in the arsenal of life. 



ALFRED HAYES. 



