Your prince lies stark amid the stately towers, Which he, strong leader in a radiant day, Had helped to build, when Georgia’s unbound powers Amazed the world and held majestic sway. GRADY is gone, like meteor flashing bright Across the canopy of star-gemmed night! III. Lift him, with gentleness, and bear him hence! Keep slow, deliberate pace unto the grave Which long must be a spot where reverence, Halting its footsteps, will his laurel wave! Impulsive youth, in halls of fierce debate, His counsels heed, his spirit emulate! HENRY CLAY LUKENS. JERSEY CITY HEIGHTS, N. J. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ IN MEMORY OF HENRY WOODFIN GRADY. ------- _From the “West Shore” Portland, Oregon._ I. AMID the wrecks of private fortunes and The fall of commonwealths, he saw arise A stricken people, and, with mournful eyes, Beheld the smoke of war bedim their land, And in its folds the fragments of a band Erst bound, as by grim Fate, to exercise Their judgments in the wrong and sacrifice Against the measures Providence had planned. Unconquered still, he saw the Southern folk, Though awed and vanquished by the deadly jar Of war’s deep thunder belching forth, “Ye must!” In love this Master sought to lift the yoke Of ignorance from the Southland, and to star Its night with those same stars trailed in its dust! II. Unto the North he, as a brother, came, And in his heart the great warm South he brought, And as he stood and oped his mouth he wrought The miracle of setting hearts aflame, That leaped to crown him orator of fame, Since in his own emboldened hand he’d caught The golden chain of love, by many sought, To bind our Union something more than name. But hark! The while his eloquence did charm The Nation’s ear, the lightnings flashed along The wires the weeping news, “_He is no more!_” Brave seer! Thou didst both North and South disarm! Leap, lightnings, from your wires, the clouds among, And flash his eulogy the heavens o’er! LEE FAIRCHILD. SEATTLE, _January 14, 1890_. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ _A SOUTHERN CHRISTMAS DAY_. _Paraphrased from Henry W. Grady’s Editorial._