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silenced the vile tongues. The surviving lepers can not 

 be comforted; they will carry their grief over the loss 

 of their faithful shepherd to their graves. The entire 

 population of the Hawaiian Islands — in fact, the whole 

 world — mourns his death. He has gone to his well- 

 earned reward. His mangled remains sleep under the 

 shadows of the pandanus tree which first sheltered the 

 robust, devoted young priest awaiting a glorious resur- 

 rection. (Fig. 8.) 



Volumes have been written in praise of Father Da- 

 mien. Monuments have been erected to his memory, 

 charitable institutions have sprung up to immortalize 

 his heroic charity ; but if that humble priest could speak 

 to his admirers he would say, "I have only done my 

 duty, praise God. Send greetings and extend a helping 

 hand to my leper friends." 



S. S. Sierra, July 18. 



FATHER DAMIEN. 



O sing your requiems, waves and winds, 



On far-off tropic shore! 

 O mourn the Soldier of the Cross, 



Arms stacked forevermore! 

 The weapons forged in Love's fierce flame 



Of sacrifice untold! 

 And shining with the glittering gems 



Of abnegation's gold! 



Dear Father, 'twas a lonely way, 



Where waves moaned on the shore, 

 While with their wailings rose the cry 



Of suffering evermore. 

 Aye, lonely as the world defines 



The loneliness of soul, 

 But well we know the angels walked 



Beside thee to the goal ! 



Treading within the Savior's steps, 

 And "doing all things well"; 



Letting the light of Christian Hope 

 Shine through Despair's dark cell; 



