suffered all,—the patriot passed away; and his gentle spirit, answering to the roll-call of the mighty cannonade, took its place in the great army which that night encamped in the heavenly fields. The following verses, inscribed to the memory of Dr. Haven, appeared in the Worcester Spy, of December 30, 1862, and were understood to have been written by Rev. D. A. Wasson:—
With skilful touch he turned away
Death's wishful hand from wounded men;
But when was done that doleful day,
The living laid him with the slain.
Thy hurt to heal, O native land!
What mortal might he did and dared;
And when all service of his hand
Seemed not enough, his heart he bared,
And laid his life upon thy hurt,
By losing all, to make thee whole;
But could not lose his high desert
And place on Memory's record-roll.
And when that sacred roll she calls,
The word, perchance, will reach his ear,
And he shall from the eternal halls,
Among God's angels, answer, “ Here!”
We will not deem his life was brief,
For noble death is length of days;
The sun that ripens autumn's sheaf
Has poured a summer's wealth of rays.