130 Ohio Arch. and Hist. Society Publications
24, 1934, and that a copy of the same
be sent to his sur-
viving wife and son.
IN MEMORY
(To
C. B. GALBREATH)
My grief must not disturb the sleep
Of one who found his needed rest,
Though loss of him has made me weep;
He loved my happiness the best,
My songs of gladness and of youth,
And he would have this tribute be
Some unaffected, gentle truth
For his beloved humanity.
He gave so much, and gave so well:
And while men whisper, "He is
gone;"
I feel the things that he would tell,
In poet-hearts will still live on;
In winds that croon and stars that glow,
And in the crimson poppy's flame--
He will come back again I know,
To hearts remembering his name!
So often have his kindly words
Encouraged me to better rhyme;
Oh! Wind and trees and singing birds,
Pay homage through unending time,
To him who loved all nature's things!
Oh! Poets, pen your sweetest themes,
And angels spread your quiet wings
Above his silent place of dreams.
--Mildred Schanck.
(From "A Verse for Today"
column of the Columbus Evening Dis-
patch, April 16, 1934.)
IN MEMORY OF CHARLES B. GALBREATH
"Blessed are the dead, which die in
the Lord....Yea.... that they may
rest from their labours; and their works
do follow them."
--Rev. 14:13.
He is at rest. Our listening ears
Attuned to that calm, gentle voice,
Will wait in vain through coming years
To hear what made us all rejoice.