IN MEMORY OF ARTHUR CLEMENT WILLIAMS.
"Alas! That such a soul should taste of
Such lofty genius fade for want of breath,
Such wit find refuge 'mong the mournful,
Such brains lie silent in that narrow bed.
O, let the Negro weep most bitter tears!
Our brightest star from earth now disappears;
He would have stretched Ethiopia's hand
Had Death not early placed him 'neath
Ne'er breathed a man who saw that classic
That did not then within himself allow
He saw a fixed desire to raise his race,
Imprinted on that noble, comely face.
There is one thought that pains me much
Although of him I sing and sometimes
I did not know this brave and gifted one,
This gallant youth,--this good, obedient
Yet, ne'er-the-less, I sighed when others
I wept to think of fondest hopes denied--
Of fleeting joys, of earthly woes and cares,
Of all that mother's tears and anxious
That soul so loved by all now rests in peace,
He's happy there where cares and sorrows
In that celestial home he dwells to-night,
That place of love, of joy, of dazzling light.
(Son of Mrs. S. F. Williams. Written for the anniversary of his twenty-second birthday,
August 23, 1891.)