192 The Francis A. Drexel Family 
Those three years past, God called his child. 
To tread that golden way, 
Her rest is now, in Jesus' Heart, 
Hers—the Eternal day, 
That waneth not to night. 
So bright—all bright! 
— L. C. B.— 
Madison Ave. April 15/83 
The "little book" to which Madame Bouvier refers 
and hopes Elizabeth may not deem her verses unworthy 
of the most obscure corner in it, is a collection of some 
few, of the many expressions of sympathy expressed by 
intimate friends, and persons of prominence to Mr. 
Drexel and his daughters, almost all rendering loving 
homage to the saintly life and truly Christ-like charity 
of the devoted wife and mother whom God had called 
unto Himself. 
Eleanor C. Donnelly too framed her tribute in rhyth­ 
mic lines. 
534 Pine Street, Feb. 6th, 1883 
My dear Miss Drexel, 
By a curious coincidence I had just completed a little tribute to 
the memory of your beloved mother, when those memorial cards 
reached me yesterday. I enclose the lines. I do not feel satisfied 
with them, as words seem so weak and inadequate to express my 
love, my deep, grateful reverence for that great soul, that noble, 
heroic saint whose departure has left a void which can never be 
filled in the abiding-place of all that is good and pure and beautiful! 
If God has refused to grant our fervent prayers that she might 
remain still longer among us,—it was because she was so inex­ 
pressibly dear and precious to His Sacred Heart that He could no 
longer refrain from clasping her close to that burning Source of 
love. 
If you wish to have the little poem printed in any form, you are 
at liberty to do so. I refrained from publishing it, moved by a 
feeling of delicacy, lest I should intrude, in that way, upon the 
sacred privacy of your sorrow. I therefore submit the matter en­ 
tirely to your own sweet judgment. It is my own little spray of