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)
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