A Book.Through the books the other day, And thought: Do I love the Student better Since he has passed away? Long years have passed since I saw him__ It was then in his casket he lay: But yet I love him just the same As in his student day. So when through life we wander, Many mementoes of friends we find; And O how oft we wonder Why we are left behind. Yet in that celestial city, So free from pain and care, We shall know each other then, And I shall know my student there. __Mrs. Hattie Gullett. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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