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Nowhere, probably, would the nol 

 tribute In the following lines on the death 



of a noble woman, widely known, dearly 

 loved and deeply lamented, be seen by so 

 Many of her friends as in these columns: 

 A DIRQIS 

 E. R. L.. Nov. 17. 1911. 

 No more! Where'er she -went 

 She spread a brightness round her like the 



How many hearts are rent, 

 Of those -whose sunny days with her are done. 



Noble, of noble race. 

 Instinct with fire, nor woe nor age could 

 quench. 



She loolted Death Inl the face. 

 Meeting him suddenly, and did not blench. 



Gracious was she, and sweet, 

 A Joy unto God's children rich and poor; 



Worshipped and rare and fleet. 

 Too swift she vanished through the shuttlns 

 door. 



Too awitt! There was no time 

 For dear farewells, Our souls forsaken cry. 



Like to a. funeral chime. 

 After her through the void, Good-by! Good-by! 



She left behind, on earth. 

 A.n empty place ne'er to be filled again; 



But heaven is for our dearth 

 The fuller; heaven at last will heal our pain. 



If only we are still 

 Through all by Him, the Man of Sorrows, led. 



Who went before to fill 

 His Father's mansions with the blessed dead. 



