To RICHARD B. HARRISONBy HALLIE E. QUEENHow can we tell? What do we know Of waters still and pastures green,Where earth-tired souls may'softly go,Led by a shepherd, on whose mien,Is love and pity, tenderness—And power, such as no man knows?And when he leads us to that mystic place Of shadows, which so many hold in dread,Who knows but that by dint of heavenly grace,The great archangel, Gabriel, all serene,May come to meet us, offering rod and staff,“ To strengthen as in fording that last stream,And may call out to silence earth's discordHe comcsl He comes! Make gangway for the Lord?Washington, D.C.r - — —-— ■ ■■ — ■ — - ■ .«——■■■ — — - ■ -. ... I __A «■•!«■ 11. . V - — - 6