Jenny June
By Fanny Hallock Carpenter
A beautiful soul has journeyed
Out from the Now into Then.
Her voice echoes back to us, waiting,
The sound of the great Amen.
Her life was a song so winsome
It sung itself night and day
Into the hearts of the people
Who met her along the way.
Her life was a flower so fragrant
That every one passing her, knew
By the perfume from it exhaling,
The love out of which it grew.
Her life was a book so vivid
That all, though running, could read
The story of earnest endeavor
Written for woman's need.
Her life was a light whose radiance
Brightened all woman-kind,
As sunshine wakens the flowers,
Or genius illumines the mind.
Her life was a poem so tender
It thrilled with its cadence sweet
Many a life prosaic,
Which caught up the rhythmic beat.
Her life was a bell whose ringing
Gave no uncertain sound,
Its chiming rang out to the nations
And girdled the world around.
Her life was a deed so holy,
So noble, so brave, so true,
That it set all womanhood noting
The good one woman could do.