The Log Book.
Unpiloted on life's uncertain sea.
What is the log-book entry in your heart,
As love and dreamland fade in memory?
What means the mandate of eternal years,
That hearts must sink from happiness to woe ?
What is the lesson taught us by our tears,
As life's dull dirge is sung in measure slow?
Mine is of sorrow, that life's dearest treasure,
Requited love, is lost to me for aye___
Of joy, that still I have the priceless pleasure,
To worship you and dream the hours away___
Of hope, that, sometime, o'er life's drear, gray
Soft winds, weal-leavened, yet may waft our
To some secluded harbor of devotion,
Where love is anchor, and sweet calm prevails.
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)