The Death of St. Clare (Little Eva's Father.) The Poetry by M. A. Collier. Adapted to a favorite Melody. Boston: Oliver Ditson, 1852. Courtesy Sheet Music Collection BROWN UNIVERSITY LIBRARY [Founded upon a Scene in "Uncle Tom's Cabin." ] [EPIGRAPH]   St. Clare could say but little; he lay with his eyes shut, but it was evident that he wrestled with bitter thoughts. After a little while, he laid his hand on Tom's, who was kneeling beside him, and said,   "Tom, poor fellow!"   "What, Mas'r!" said Tom, earnestly.   "I am dying!" said St. Clare, pressing his hand, "pray!"   "If you would like a clergyman,"--said the physician. St. Clare hastily shook his head, and said again to Tom, more earnestly, "Pray!" And Tom did pray, with all his mind and strength for the soul that was passing;-- the soul that seemed looking so steadily and mournfully from those large, melancholy blue eyes. It was literally prayer offered with strong crying and tears. UNCLE TOM'S CABIN, VOL. II. p. 142.

Wo! wo was stamped on the bondman's brow, But not for himself he wept; His master lay on the death-couch low, And its shadows had o'er him swept. Life's full warm tide--it was ebbing fast, And the lord he had lov'd so well Are passing away--but that look he cast-- Its meaning O who can tell. 2. Mournful in death's sad hour he turned To the far off spirit-land; But dimly the light within him burned, Where, where is the guiding hand! He gazed once more on the slave's dark face, The soul to its depths was stirred,-- And what shall win for the dying grace, But of prayer the hallowed word! 3. And that meek bondman is bending low, And breathed from his heart of love, Such thoughts of prayer for the dying flow, As are sent from the Lord above. Nearer and nearer that lowly one To God the petition brings,-- And his words of prayer to the great white throne Ascend on the spirit's wings. 4. And the soul of his master to him is given, And sweet peace is shed abroad, In both, as the earnest and pledge of heaven, The gift of a present God! And the pale, pale hand of the dead is twined With the hand of the dark-browed slave; As low on the death-couch his lord reclined,-- There was granted a power to save!

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