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.