44 AROUND THE WORLD **IA INDIA. 



So like thy Master, hands upraised 



To serve and heal and bless, 

 While to His little ones you gave 



The Father's pure caress. 



Within that far-off tropic isle 



The twilight splendor glows 

 In dazzling hues for one brief space, 



And then as swiftly goes; 

 So thou when life was radiant with 



Thy splendid deeds of light, 

 Saw deepening shadows gather round 



And fold thee in Death's night. 



But o'er the gloom of wind-swept grave, 



A star of beauty beams, 

 And through its rays, to all the world, 



Thy martyr's halo gleams. 

 While man remembers glorious deeds, 



Thy name shall live in light, 

 For never Soldier of the Cross 



Died in a nobler fight! 



O sigh your requiems, ocean winds, 



Above the martyred one! 

 But clearer than your wailing rings 



The Master's sweet "Well done!" 

 No grander, purer, nobler soul, 



E'er waged the war of God. 

 Sleep on, O Soldier of the Cross, 



Beneath the sea-girt sod! 



Mart E. Griffin. 



