But all must bear with patience true, The will of Him above,

Who calls away our dearest friends, The ones whom most we love.

Be thou resigned, O weeping ones, God’s holy will is best, She’s left this world and gone above,

Her soul is now at rest. \n‘m b..+hu.'.--\aw Fanuus 3’. (Rnwok

Written on the death ofAFrank Traynor, October 28th., 1902. \nusbxw3 0Q \—\:s since «an FLoob cueenu Calmly he sleeps in the cold dark grave,

Stilled is the heart so noble and kind, Gone from this world of pain and strife Mourned by friends he left behind.

Gone from this world to the realms of light, Gone to be numbered among the blest. Wearing the faithful servant’s crown,

But the hearts of those he has left behind, ' - . . . . A (“"5 \‘\‘\03 , Are wounded With bitter grief and paln, V” v,“ five For the wife and children he loved so well, JVv (9-9” m Shall never welcome him home again. 3‘ O" 7

In that home full of joy and gladness, There is mourning and grief instead,

For the husband father they loved so well, Is numbered among the silent dead.

Dead, striken down to the current, By the cruel electric dart,

Closed are those kind eyes forever, Stilled is that silent loving heart.

Oh! hearts that are crushed in sorrow, Be proud of the name he bore,

And look forward to meeting in Heaven, When life’s sad journey is o’er.

Kind friends, words of comfort are speaking, Your wounds they fain would heal,

All speak his praise, for all loved him, And in prayer for his soul they will kneel.

Kind friends, farewell! all is over, Thy life of toil and care,

And soon may we meet in Heaven, To be happy forever there.

Clement Flood was looked upon by those who knew him as an honest, gifted, God-fearing man to whom death came at the early age of Forty-one, on Holy Thursday, April 5th., 1917, at his old home in Maple-

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