Burden-bearers are we all, Great and small. Burden-sharers be ye all, Great and small! Where another shares the load, Two draw nearer God. Yet there are burdens we can share with none, Save God; And paths remote where we must walk alone, With God; For lonely burden and for path apart-- Thank God! If these but serve to bring the burdened heart To God. THE IRON FLAIL Time beats out all things with his iron flail, Things great, things small. With steady strokes that never fail, With slow, sure strokes of his iron flail, Time beats out all. SARK Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the sea! Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of the sea! White in the sun-flecked Silver Sea, White in the moon-decked Silver Sea, White in the wrath of the Silver Sea,-- Pearl of the Silver Sea! Lapped in the smile of the Silver Sea, Ringed in the foam of the Silver Sea, Glamoured in mists of the Silver Sea,-- Pearl of the Silver Sea! Glancing and glimmering under the sun. Jewel and casket all in one, Joy supreme of the sun's day dream, Soft in the gleam of the golden beam,-- Pearl of the Silver Sea! Splendour of Hope in the rising sun, Glory of Love in the noonday sun, Wonder of Faith in the setting sun,-- Pearl of the Silver Sea! Gaunt and grim to the outer world, Jewel and casket all impearled With the kiss of the Silver Sea!-- With the flying kiss of the Silver Sea, With the long sweet kiss of the Silver Sea, With the rainbow kiss of the Silver Sea,-- Pearl of the Silver Sea! And oh the sight,--the wonderful sight, When calm and white, in the mystic light Of her quivering pathway, broad and bright, The Queen of the Night, in silver dight, Sails over the Silver Sea! Wherever I go, and wherever I be, The joy and the longing are there with me,-- The gleam and the glamour come back to me,-- In a mystical rapture there comes to me, The call of the Silver Sea! As needle to pole is my heart to thee, Pearl of the Silver Sea! E.A., Nov. 6, 1900 Bright stars of Faith and Hope, her eyes Shall shine for us through all the years. For all her life was Love, and fears Touch not the love that never dies. And Death itself, to her, was but The wider opening of the door That had been opening, more and more, Through all her life, and ne'er was shut. --And never shall be shut. She left The door ajar for you and me, And, looking after her, we see The glory shining through the cleft. And when our own time comes,--again We'll meet her face to face;--again Well see the star-shine; and again She'll greet us with her soft, "Come ben!" THE PASSING OF THE QUEEN