White Star of Womanhood, whose rays
Thro- years of peace and years of stress
Shed wide o-er all thy people-s ways
The light of nobleness-
A memory in their hearts impearled
To nerve thy sons where-er they roam-
Empress and Queen o-er half a World,
Yet Angel of the Home.
Now, when the Shadow of Death has crost
The belt of Empire, sea by sea,
The wide world weeps that freedom lost
A friend like thee,
Who strove for righteousness, who wore
A hero-s soul in woman-s breast:
God fold thee, now thy work is o-er,
In robes of rest.

Death came not to thy fearless eyes
A King of Terrors, but a friend,
Whispering: -Long years of sacrifice
At last shall end.
Sleep, for the stress of Life is o-er,
And on thy heart is laid release;
Lay down the Crown of Empire for
The Crown of Peace.�