"GOOD-BYE"

[Said to have been written by Ah Foo Lin, a Chinese student, in a friend's album.]

            There is a word, of grief the sounding token;

            There is a word bejeweled with bright tears,

            The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken;

            A little word that breaks the chain of years;

            Its utterance must ever bring emotion,

            The memories it crystals cannot die,

            'Tis known in every land, on every ocean­-

'Tis called "Good-bye."