Farewell, my friend

Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 26, 8 January 1932, Unnumbered Page

Farewell, my friend

Not very far away is that dark hour When you will turn and go from ame. Soon, ah very soon, my speeding feet, Unthinkingly and swift, will run to meet Your care-free call, and you will slowly bend And kiss my hands and say "Farewell, ay friend." And there will be an end of love for ae. Do you remember our first fleeting day? IVhy do I ask, who know you have forgot? He watched the fairy flecks of blue that shone Between the trees that gave their benison Of shade-the blue no deeper than your eyes. Al lark was singing in that Paradise. Oh, I remember, though you have forgot! The parting hour will come; I cannot stay Its course, nor would I, for it has to be. [t will be hard, so bitter hard to bear. And yet I will be brave, if God will bring To me the answering of one little prayer; That at the last, grave, sorrowing good-bye Dark mists will hide the blueness of the sky, And let there be not any birds to sing. O grant the gentle rain inay veil your eyes, : Mv friend, lest as you turn to'go, youlsee The tears that would betray the heart of me.

K.M.

N.