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 Brothers and sisters, from your blissful bower The full-blown rose ye loved is borne away, Elsewhere to shed its fragrance. Yet grieve not, As those who miss some treasure gone for aye. Love chooseth ever what the loved shall bless, And e'en in sacrifice finds sacred peace. Edith but goeth, at the will of Heaven, To kindle for herself a household flame Whose light afar shall shine. Herself on all Who in her bliss are blest, not less henceforth, With Arthur at her side, shall gladness shed, And to the Home she leaves shall not be lost.

As some prolific tree whose boughs with fruit Bend earthward, yet through months of glowing suns Keeps all its treasure till the harvest hour Hath come at last; and, ripening once begun, The process hastens till there naught remains Save a bare gleaning on the plundered boughs That look all lonely; so the Home where long Young hearts have lingered, clinging each to each