E.A., Nov. 6, 1900
Bright stars of Faith and Hope, her eyes
Shall shine for us through all the years.
For all her life was Love, and fears
Touch not the love that never dies.
And Death itself, to her, was but
The wider opening of the door
That had been opening, more and more,
Through all her life, and ne’er was shut.
—And never shall be shut. She left
The door ajar for you and me,
And, looking after her, we see
The glory shining through the cleft.
And when our own time comes,—again
We’ll meet her face to face;—again
Well see the star-shine; and again
She’ll greet us with her soft, “Come ben!”
