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)