THE CONVALESCENT HOME AT MELTHAM MILLS
AN ODE DEDICATED TO CHARLES BROOK, BY AN ADMIRER.
Yon noble pile that proudly lifts its head.
Where at its foot a happy valley's spread ;
What wills it there ? Approach and round it look.
The generous founder is the good Charles Brook.
Large is his wealth, but, larger still his heart.
In every weal he takes a foremost part.
His heart suggested this in mercy's name,
And, when accomplished, "blushed to find it fame."
Here kindness will with ready hand bestow
The necessary care — the genial glow
That nerves the weak, and soothes the oft worn mind
Of suffering sons and daughters of mankind.
Amidst these hills the good man passed his days,
Industry and quiet zeal mark'd his ways.
His workmen found in him a master rare,
He took their labour, but made them his care.
The valley smiles, while prospers all around,
Churches, schools, and Flora's bowers adorn the ground.
He in his present chosen sylvan spot,
Where in repose he dwells, all cares forgot.
We see him still, showering blessings down,
And giving freely to each want around.
Let voices then utter his praises there,
While his own valley echoes back its share,
Until his work all done, the "good fight fought,"
His soul shall wing to Him, whose will he sought.
August 3rd, 1871.