Her life was a brook, that swelling
Grew to a river wide,
That freshened the souls of the many
Touched by its flowing tide.
The song has trilled into silence,
The flower is faded and gone,
The book's strong story is ended,
The light is lost in the dawn.
The poem's sweet rhythm is ended,
The chiming has ceased to be,
The deed is fully accomplished,
The river has joined the sea.
She dropped the pebble whose ripples
To the shores of all time shall extend,
She has spoken the word into ether
Whose sound-waves never shall end.
She has started a light on its journey
Out into limitless space,
She has written a thought for women
Eternity cannot erase.
A wonderful soul has journeyed
Out from the Now into Then,
Her voice echoes back to us, waiting,
The sound of the great Amen.
Resolutions and Tributes From Clubs
[Illustration: Fac-simile of resolutions adopted by the Woman's Press
Club of New York, January 11, 1902.]
Resolutions of the New York State Federation of Women's Clubs
In Memoriam