While The Billy BoilsSearch*In Memoriam*
White Star of Womanhood, whose raysThro' years of peace and years of stressShed wide o'er all thy people's ways The light of nobleness—A memory in their hearts impearledTo nerve thy sons where'er they roam—Empress and Queen o'er half a World, Yet Angel of the Home.
Now, when the Shadow of Death has crostThe belt of Empire, sea by sea,The wide world weeps that freedom lost A friend like thee,Who strove for righteousness, who woreA hero's soul in woman's breast:God fold thee, now thy work is o'er, In robes of rest.
Death came not to thy fearless eyesA King of Terrors, but a friend,Whispering: “Long years of sacrifice At last shall end.Sleep, for the stress of Life is o'er,And on thy heart is laid release;Lay down the Crown of Empire for The Crown of Peace.”