In Memoriam, Francis Cowley Burnand, 1836-1917, Editor Of "Punch," 1880-1906

Hail and Farewell, dear Brother of the Pen,     Maker of sunshine for the minds of men,     Lord of bright cheer and master of our hearts -     What plaint is fit when such a friend departs?     Not with mere ceremonial words of woe     Come we to mourn - you would not have it so;     But with our memories stored with joyous fun,     Your constant largesse till your life was done,     With quips, that flashed through frequent twists and bends,     Caught from the common intercourse of friends;     And gay allusions gayer for the zest     Of one who hurt no friend and spared no jest.     What arts were yours that taught you to indite     What all men thought, but only you could write!     That wrung from gloom itself a fleeting smile;     Rippled with laughter but refrained from guile;     Led you to prick some bladder of conceit     Or trip intrusive folly's blundering feet,     While wisdom at your call came down to earth,     Unbent awhile and gave a hand to mirth!     You too had pondered mid your jesting strife     The deeper issues of our mortal life;     Guided to God by faith no doubt could dim,     You fought your fight and left the rest to Him,     Content to set your heart on things above     And rule your days by laughter and by love.     Rest in our memories! You are guarded there     By those who knew you as you lived and were.     There mid our Happy Thoughts you take your stand,     A sun-girt shade, and light that shadow-land.