For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . ress was simple but harmonious, browns relieved by touches of soft pinkwere specially becoming to her. We all recall her sweet expression, andthe serenity with which she moved. Her mind, too, as has been said, wasof the Greek type—she loved music, art and languages; her favorite writerswere the old Greek poets and philosophers. I have a post card sent from Rome last spring, my last direct communica-tion from her, in which she says, A week is too short in which to see thisImperial City. She enjoyed most thoroughly and intell
For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . ress was simple but harmonious, browns relieved by touches of soft pinkwere specially becoming to her. We all recall her sweet expression, andthe serenity with which she moved. Her mind, too, as has been said, wasof the Greek type—she loved music, art and languages; her favorite writerswere the old Greek poets and philosophers. I have a post card sent from Rome last spring, my last direct communica-tion from her, in which she says, A week is too short in which to see thisImperial City. She enjoyed most thoroughly and intelligently the oppor-tunities for wide culture and travel that came in the latter part of her tooshort life. I feel that our friend who has just gone from our sight, had a beautifulsoul; she loved all things true and good, lived her life conscientiously, andwith a thought for others. She faced death bravely, and fell asleeppeacefully and I am glad that upon her flower-laden casket, gleamed thewords of the Christ—Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see 58 ODES AND SONGS. Thou art gone, O gracious wife, whodidst carry off the palm in bloom of beautyand in bearing of soul; Prote wert thoutruly called, for all else came second tothose inimitable graces of thine. —Crinagoras, (Mackails Greek Anthology.) FORTITUDE. Fortitude! thy name should be engraved On pillars of stone set at the gateways of the world, That all who see may read and ponder! The swinish herd of men know not thy name Nor worship at thy lofty shrines, But the godlike souls who have embraced thee Shine splendid as the stars in heaven! Thou hast another name, great attribute! The fairest known to men, the sweetest on the tongue, Symbol mysterious of earth and heaven: The new heaven and the new earth, Resplendent, seen by John in vision! A name compelling noble deeds, Fragrant with all the blossom-dust of time, And wreathed about with sacred immortelles. Fortitude, thy fairer name is woman! Johns Hopki
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