I saw a man. He stood erect, well poised,

His every muscle rounded out and firm,

Nor moved was he by every passing breeze,

Nor dashing tide, nor quakings of the earth;

Nor moved by ebb and flow of human ire,

Nor taunts and jeers, nor praise by human tongue,

I heard the voices of a multitude.

From every clime they came with songs of praise,

And bearing rarest flowers of fragrance sweet,

And laid them at his feet, and humbly bowed,

His benediction to receive.

And gazed with wondering eyes upon the scene,

When, lo! in shining robes, with radiant brow,

just at my side a heavenly presence stood,

With satisfaction beaming from his eyes,

As he beheld such worship of a man.

"Kind sir," I asked, "Who is this man that doth

Receive from this vast multitude such love,

Such adoration, humble, deep, devout?"

With earnestness and still in kindliest tone,

He made me this reply:

That's every whit a man. A man that used

The days, the hours, the minutes of his life

As best he could to grow himself into

A perfect man in stature, mind and soul."

When but a youth he quickly brushed aside

Those bright but silly baubles that appeal

To vanity alone and grappled with

The hard and stern realities of life;

Nor faltered if he failed at first to win.

"'Twas not alone the problems of the mind;

He studied deep the mysteries of the heart,

And early learned to hold his fellow men

In pure affection's fond but firm embrace.

Thus early armed against internal foes,

He quickly found a place amid the ranks

Of those who fight to set their brethren free

From all that wrecks and blights the joys of life.

Fearless he fought, willing to fall with truth,

If truth must fall, but never doubting its

Triumphant victory at last, o'er all.

'Twas his to do the right nor fear results.

"Consistently he held the rights of all

As equal to and sacred as his own;

And danced his heart with joy if he could help

A fellow-being over places rough,

Or tip the steeps too hard for them to climb.

His strength was spent, but not for sordid gain,

But wealth of heart, of mind, of soul, of all

That goes to make man all that man can be.

"To him the raging tempest brought no fear,

For he could look beyond the havoc wrought,

To peaceful shores, bedecked with sweetest flowers,

By gentle zephyrs fanned, where springs o'erflow

With cooling draughts, and where love points the way

To lives of purity and happiness.

"He looked not with austerity upon

The pigmies at his feet, but took their hands,

And with a gentleness that won their love

And confidence ' he taught them how to grow.

He stood as one who knew full well his power,

He knew the weakness of his fellowman,

But scorned the tyrant's part, the braggart's role,

He scorned to rule by base authority.

"He fought a gallant fight. About him lay

The dead and dying errors crushed by bolts

Of logic hurled with faultless aim from out

His citadel of power impregnable,

Because equipped with everlasting facts,

Too strong to break, too weighty to resist.

"He wore not the insignia of a king,

He wore a crown set thick with rarest pearls

Of richest hue, that shed upon the world

A radiance all their own; rich pearls of truth,

Blessed light divine, to light the paths of men

To ways of sweetness, cheerfulness and love,

To make this world of children, flowers and song

A land of purity, a land of peace.

His name is found in his prolific works;

'Tis stamped upon the logic of his thoughts;

Embossed upon the progress of the age;

But deepest written in the hearts of men;

Engraven large on heaven's scroll of fame."

And there upon the glowing twilight clouds,

In loveliest rays of mellow light shone fortli

The cherished name of our loved Moses Hull.

Lansing, Mich. S. B. PERSON.