6 APRIL 1872, Page 16

F. D. MAURICE.

How much does England lose in losing thee !— The wise, large heart, the fearless intellect, The spirit formed to counsel and direct By sympathy wide-spreading like the sea, And passionate love of truth ; th' example high, To fight for God in spite of Church or sect, To grasp the real and the false reject, Patient midst slander, calm midst obloquy.

0 Maurice ! brother! friend! the Spring's sweet breath, That wakens buds, and birds, and early flowers, Has touch'd thee with the silent stroke of death, To leave us lonely through the length'ning hours ; But on thy brow is placed a heavenly wreath That needs no warmth of sun or dew of showers.

JOHN DENNIS.