James B. Maynard
His daily, nightly task is o'er - He leans above his desk no more. His pencil and his pen say not One further word of gracious thought. All silent is his voice, yet clear For all a grateful world to hear; He poured abroad his human love In opulence unmeasured of - While, in return, his meek demand, - The warm clasp of a neighbor-hand In recognition of the true World's duty that he lived to do. So was he kin of yours and mine - So, even by the hallowed sign Of silence which he listens to, He hears our tears as falls the dew.
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