Dedication Poem.

Dedication Poem on the reception of the annex to the home for aged colored people, from the bequest of Mr. Edward T. Parker.      Outcast from her home in Syria          In the lonely, dreary wild;      Heavy hearted, sorrow stricken,          Sat a mother and her child.      There was not a voice to cheer her          Not a soul to share her fate;      She was weary, he was fainting,          And life seemed so desolate.      Far away in sunny Egypt          Was lone Hagar's native land;      Where the Nile in kingly bounty          Scatters bread with gracious hand.      In the tents of princely Abram          She for years had found a home;      Till the stern decree of Sarah          Sent her forth the wild to roam.      Hour by hour she journeyed onward          From the shelter of their tent,      Till her footsteps slowly faltered          And the water all was spent;      Then she veiled her face in sorrow,          Feared her child would die of thirst      Till her eyes with tears so holden          Saw a sparkling fountain burst.      Oh! how happy was that mother,          What a soothing of her pain;      When she saw her child reviving,          Life rejoicing through each vein      Does not life repeat this story,          Tell it over day by day?      Of the fountains of refreshment          Ever springing by our way.      Here is one by which we gather,          On this bright and happy day,      Just to bask beside a fountain          Making gladder life's highway.      Bringing unto hearts now aged          Who have borne life's burdens long,      Such a gift of love and mercy          As deserves our sweetest song.      Such a gift that even heaven          May rejoice with us below,      If the pure and holy angels          Join us in our joy and woe.      May the memory of the giver          In this home where age may rest,      Float like fragrance through the ages,          Ever blessing, ever blest.      When the gates of pearl are opened          May we there this friend behold,      Drink with him from living fountains,          Walk with him the streets of gold.      When life's shattered cords of music          Shall again be sweetly sung;      Then our hearts with life immortal,          Shall be young, forever young.