176 Memoir of Samuel George Morton. 
I have perused, not merely the intensity of his parental feeling, 
but also the graceful form in which he was ofttimes accustomed 
to express his. sentiments in verse. - 
A Father's patie for his Son, George Morton, born December 21, 1882— 
Died May, 15, 1850 
“ Stretched on the couch of anguish, lay 
A youth, of manly form and graceful brow ; 
But lo! the strength = ‘Yesten ay 
‘ony—an hour of rest— 
Then came the pulseless hand, and h veer gg breast, 
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Wherein we prayed, and = and eas farewell ! 
That hurried warning of eternity ! 
That gush of wild srtioticns O! my child! 
Yet, thou alone wert calm ee rebondiled 
art thou gone forever ? “Thou who, seemed 
An angel in my nd heart : 
So young, so pure, so bap ! Thad not dreamed 
That Poe - htc hi e doomed to part, 
Or I should live to see ee the widdoa ers bloom 
Around iy sry. YO 
Thy joyous step no m 
Is ha by those ber: welcomed it before. 
The sounding os and the cheerful flute + 
By thee no Bs ed touched are hushed ay Ea : 
And all is hast be ‘ 
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thy mem 
Embalmed and beautiful, till life is 
thy 6 then pa ape romise of our faith cal give 4 
spirit bac to us, to no mor : 
In that mysterious a , 
‘Where takes the soul n no a aot of toil or time. 
Thy tranquil grave is by the river’s side, 
And there our dust shall mingle with thy own; 
And we will pray to a as thou hast died,. 
And go where thou art gone 
And alas | gentlembn, exactly one year after the loss of his 
pte son, the aie physician’s grief was over, and the dust of 
f nd the child are mingled on the banks of the Schuyl- 
kill at Laurel Hi 
‘touchi expressions reveal the truth of Morton’s feelings; 
for “83 was a man of truth, and altogether above eee sickly senti- 
mentality Have — forth, in prose or in verse, express! of 
passion. Remi, wg f never earnest! i ht home 
to the life and the affect gre ts # ay ch 
os of verses in rime inuscript lies before me, from wh 
ewe aed whell not edlect-any-oehe 2 
At his death, he left with his widow — sons and t two aaugh 
