An impressive few moments were those 

 during which Mr. Thompson played the 

 "Sanctus," from Gounod's ."St. Cecilia 

 Mass," and following this Rev. Mr. Froth- 

 ingham read the last poem which Mr. 

 Aldrich ever wrote and which was in mem- 

 ory of the poet Henry Wadsworth Long- 

 fellow, on the occasion of the Longfellow 

 centennial anniversary in February. This 

 poem, it will be recalled, Mr. Aldrich wrote 

 for the Atlantic Monthly, in the March 

 number of which it was printed. The 

 verses, as read by the clergyman, are as 

 follows: 



LONGFELLOW 

 '[1807— 1007J 

 Above his grave the grass and snow 

 Their soft antiphonal strophes write : 

 Moonrise and daybreak come and go : 

 Summer by Summer on the 'height 

 The thrushes find melodious breath ; 

 Here let no vagrant winds that blow 

 Across the spaces of the night 



Whisper of death. 

 They do not die who leave their thought 

 Imprinted on some deathless page. 

 Themselves may pass; the spell they 



wrought 1 



Endures on earth from age to age. J 



And thou, whose voice but yesterday 

 Fell upon charmed listening ears, 

 Thou shalt not know the touch of years ; 

 Thou holdest time and chance at bay. 

 Thou livest in. thy living word 

 As when its cadence first was heard. 

 O Gracious Poet and benign, 

 Beloved presence ! now as then 

 Thou standest by the hearts of men. j 



Their fireside joys and griefs are thine; I 

 Thou speakest to them of their dead, 

 They listen and are comforted. 

 They break the bread and pour the wine 

 Of life with thee, as in those days 

 Men saw thee passing on the street J 



Beneath the elms — O reverend feet 1 



That walk in far celestial ways ! 



