(In memory of Mrs. Annie Horne Fry, who died August 13, 1905.)
Sunset and Sorrow’s tide,
Over the bar--
Sunset, and daylight died
Seeing a Star.
Twilight, and Hope had fled,
Fled from afar.
Twilight, and Hope lay dead,
Holding a Star.
Midnight and mourning loud
Cometh to mar.
Midnight, yet o’er her shroud
Shineth the Star.
Morning, and from the mist--
Sweet Avatar--
Hope-crowned and Sorrow-kissed
Standeth our Star.