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F. C. SLATER.
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He sought to further the strong sway
Of Britain's Isle,
But all unconsciously for God
He wrought the while.

In lone Matoppos now he lies,
Our leader, seer;
His hills, his woods, his streams, his skies
Are ever near!

F. C. Slater.