Written for woman's need.

Her life was a light whose radiance
Brightened all woman-kind,
As sunshine wakens the flowers,
Or genius illumines the mind.

Her life was a poem so tender
It thrilled with its cadence sweet
Many a life prosaic,
Which caught up the rhythmic beat.

Her life was a bell whose ringing
Gave no uncertain sound,
Its chiming rang out to the nations
And girdled the world around.

Her life was a deed so holy,
So noble, so brave, so true,
That it set all womanhood noting
The good one woman could do.

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,