IN MEMORIAM

We cannot ease your anguish or your pain,
Mere words your sacred grief could never gild,
The voices that you loved; - forever stilled,
Would comfort you, - but ours we know are vain,
So if with aching hearts we dumbly stand
In reverent silence: - know the words we lack
An avalanche of sympathy hold back.
All we can do is clasp you by the hand.

And yet we know, that though the hour is dark,
A light still shines, and through the blinding tears
Hope sees a star, - and listening love shall hark
To gentle sounds that come to soothe its fears,
Calmed by the rustle of the Angels' wings
Both death and desolation lose their stings.

From the Employees of the People's Gas Light & Coke Co., Chicago.

A TRIBUTE TO OUR HAWTHORNE DEAD

If you could see the flag, as now it waves
Above our building, reaching out to sea;
And now, in half-mast glory looking down
Upon the Hudson, restful, sparkling, sad;
If you could see that flag against the sky,
The half-mast flag that breathes what we would say;
That seems to silence all the world around;
Then you would know of how a wondrous rest.
Has stolen o'er
Our Hawthorne Dead

If you could see, as we, from nearby roof,
The sky that holds its true-blue promise out;
The soft white clouds that pass as happy souls;
The way the Hudson seems to droop beneath
The deep reproach this kinsman-flag throws out;
Or feel its whisper speak of wearied hearts
That now at last lie soothed: you, too, would raise
Your arm, unknowingly, in a grave salute, --
As tribute to
Our Hawthorne Dead

Nina Joy Gerbaulet
Claire K. Gerbaulet
New York, July 28, 1915.

THRENODY
July 24, 1915

Hoarse siren, which so oft to toil didst urge -
Moan for them!
Ye saddened bells, now sound a solemn dirge -
Toll for them!
And Heaven above us, in out grief and pain,
Send down your dreary rain -
Weep for them!

L. Houghton, Chicago.