In Memory of

In Memory of

A WEAVER OF DREAMS.

A tribute to Myrtle Reed in recognition of her beautiful and valuable contributions to English literature.

As the spinner of silk weaves his sunbeams of gold, Blending sunset and dawn in its silvery fold, So she wove in the woof of her wonderful words The soft shimmer of sunshine and music of birds. With the radiance of moonlight and perfume of flowers, She lent charm to the springtime and gladdened the hours. She spoke cheer to the suffering, joy to the sad; She gave rest to the weary, made the sorrowful glad. The sweet touch of her sympathy soothed every pain, And her words in the drouth were like showers of rain. For she lovingly poured out her blessings in streams As a fountain of waters—a weaver of dreams. Her bright smiles were bejewelled, her tears were empearled, And her thoughts were as stars giving light to the world; Her fond dreams were the gems that were woven in gold, And the fabric she wrought was of value untold. Every colour of beauty was radiantly bright, Blending faith, hope, and love in its opaline light. And she wove in her woof the great wealth of her heart, For the cord of her life gave the life to each part; And the beauty she wrought, which gave life to the whole, Was her spirit made real—she gave of her soul. So the World built a temple—a glorious shrine— A Taj Mahal of love to the woman divine.

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ADDISON BLAKELY.

ADDISON BLAKELY.

Editorial note

The Editor desires to make grateful acknowledgment to the editors and publishers of the several periodicals in which the papers contained in this volume were first brought into print, for their friendly courtesy in permitting the collection of these papers for preservation in book form.

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Chicago, January, 1913.

Chicago,

Chicago

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