In Memory of Henry La Barre Jayne
IN MEMORY OF HENRY LA BARRE JAYNE
By Florence Earle Coates
He was of those who knew that love is giving;
So, though he sleeps, his mortal service done,
In countless human hearts he still is living,
Because of the great love he gave—and won!
Though day by day, with happy touch caressing,
Earth's simple joys returned to him again,
And high poetic thoughts renewed their blessing,
His care was always for his fellow-men.
He held them dear, whate'er their place or station—
Dearer, perhaps, as greater was their need,
And gave, with the idealist's elation,
His best to make their lives more worthy, indeed.
So, though he left us when his day was ended,
And, like all lovely things, lay down to rest,
His dreams, forever with our visions blended,
Live in our lives—a memory dear and blest!