. Poems . y worldly task has done, Home art gone, and taen thy lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. —General Gordons epitaph, from Imogens Dirge, inCymbeline. General George Gordon, Khartoum, Egypt, January 26, E. M. Gordon, Hopkinsville, Ky., June 2, 1908. In the mystic land of Egypt, In the streets of old Khartoum,Oer the grave of martyred Gordon Does the rose of England bloom;By Mahdi, the false prophet. Borne down in hopeless Christian hero Gordon Laid down his priceless life. Thou Circean Cleopatra, Of legendary Nile,Luring to de
. Poems . y worldly task has done, Home art gone, and taen thy lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. —General Gordons epitaph, from Imogens Dirge, inCymbeline. General George Gordon, Khartoum, Egypt, January 26, E. M. Gordon, Hopkinsville, Ky., June 2, 1908. In the mystic land of Egypt, In the streets of old Khartoum,Oer the grave of martyred Gordon Does the rose of England bloom;By Mahdi, the false prophet. Borne down in hopeless Christian hero Gordon Laid down his priceless life. Thou Circean Cleopatra, Of legendary Nile,Luring to death the Roman Prince By thy pernicious smileA wine-inflamed and sensuous by passions giddy whirl,Thou once dissolved and drank a pearlInflamed by bacchanal applause,Unworthy of a sovereigns thou the pearl which Gordon found—The pearl of boundless price—The healing drink had cleansed thy soulLike Magdalens sacrifice,Egypt redeemed had hailed the mornTo a new life forever Rev. E. M. GORDON His wife, Anna M, D. Gordon, Missionaries at Miingeli. India, and daugiue THE TWO GORDONS. And in thy glittering diadem Had shone the Cross—the hallowed gem Worn bv the Babe of Bethlehem, Nor Africa had sent her fettered slaves To fatal fields and mines and Middle Passage graves From the mystic land of India, In the flower of stalwart manhood,Another Gordon came— Counsellor, preacher, teacher—The foster son of Hopkinsville, Fearless and without blame;No gem in Indias richest mines Shot forth a purer flame. Indias best civic honors He calmly put aside—I serve the Man of Galilee, Who upon Calvary wealth, nor fame, nor earthly prize From Him shall me divide,For I am bidden a chosen guest To the Lambs holy marriage feastTo stand by Heavens own bride. And I wear the rose of Sharon,As I stand by my Saviours side.— O Hopkinsville! Thy foster , teacher, the poor lepers friend. Is thy eternal pride! A yawning gulf once sundered Romes For
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