Leave-takings are but sadness wasted, quite, We meet in life, we part in death, and yet Our parting is but passing in the night And never should we this sweet thought forget; That night-time passes, and the rising sun Proclaims another day in which we meet, Each radiant with a new life just begun, A life where we renew our friendship sweet. I also am a servant and have work Which I must do,—my Father now commands That I depart and go where troubles lurk Help bind again the parted, broken strands Of love and hope. Good bye, my friend, good bye. I shall return in God's own time; till then With all the noblest thoughts in life comply, Be true to self, and love thy fellow men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA |