IN MEMORIAM.

The Golden Rule — the blessed creed

That shelters frail humanity,

The tender thought for those in need,

The charity of word and deed,

Without which all is vanity —

This, friend, you made your very own,

And yours the satisfying part

To pluck the rose of love full blown,

To reap the gladness you had sown

With open hand and kindly heart.

Simplicity, the jewel rare,

Whose gleam is ever true and warm —

That thing of worth beyond compare

Which none but truly great may wear —

Adorned your life with power and charm.

Yours the sincerity that grips

Fast hold of natures strong and wise;

It thrilled you to your finger-tips,

It set its seal on brow and lips,

And shone within your dark, true eyes.

The throng knew not how rich the store

Of sympathy and trust you had;

Knew not you were, till life was o'er,

God's almoner among His poor,

God's comforter to sick and sad.

Too soon you went — we miss the cheer,

The kindliness vouchsafed to all;

The world seems strangely lone and drear

When one whom many hearts hold dear

Fares heavenward ere the shadows fall.

Too soon you went, and yet, maybe,

Your work well done, your task complete,

The soul of you turned longingly

Toward gates of pearl and jasper sea

And fields of Eden rarely sweet.