| "Behold - as may unworthiness define - a little touch of Harry."|
Shakespeare, Henry V
BOSTON yet looks on one bereavement -
one link with Brooklyn's woe,|
A loss that meets not Time's retrievement - a grief that will not go;
Impatient Death, with fiery breath, brushed off a loved life's bloom,
Shrivelled its blossoming hopes, and swept them down the hopeless tomb.
Of all who felt that fiendlike flame, that clutch of cruel Fate,
None leaves a more endearing name, none hearts more desolate,
Than we who mourn, untimely torn from work of fame begun,
Our Harry Murdoch, genial Art and giftful Nature's son.
Now round his memory trooping come hosts of vanished friends -
There poor "Pierre " limps, slowly drooping - here bold "Laertes" bends;
Sad, hand in hand, "Our Boys" return, but wit no more beguiles,
"Antony" sings no more, and "Diedrich" brings but tearful smiles.
O Winds that fanned Doom's vengefnl flame, now moan for him you killed.
Waft our warm sorrow, with his fame, to home and hearts now chilled;
With swift simoon of sympathy our praise, our comfort carry.
And cry with Shakespeare - "Lord in Heaven bless thee, noble Harry! "
1. Burned at Brooklyn Theatre when in the role of "Pierre" ill the "Two Orphans."
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