Our Friend, Adieu.
Many gems fall in the deep.
Life is loss, oft sad emotion
Thrills our being, oft we weep.
Brightest beams have shape of shadow___
Purest gold its sign of dross.
Thistles grow in every meadow___
Love nor life is free from loss.
So we bear our heart's deep sorrow.
While we bid our friend adieu.
Hopes and prayers for her to-morrow,
All our inmost thoughts imbue."
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)