We can write words of gratitude on paper,
Or to all the world her virtues make known,
Or ev’n pour forth our love to her in measure,
But, in vain, try to move her heart of stone…!
Here is a friend who taught us much we need to know:
Right from wrong and weak from strong,
Lit and English, too;
All this time she’s been working steadily tho’ slow –
She’s stol’n our hearts ‘ithout even attempting to woo!
…One day we will remember, tho’ some wish not to,
These days of pain and pleasure, we all have in school;
There are those you thank for every small thing they do
But how to thank her who made a person of you?
We can write words of gratitude on paper,
Or to all the world her virtues make known,
Or ev’n pour forth our love to her in measure
But,
Oh…! Oh…! How to move her heart of stone?
May our sorrowful year with you remain in our memory
As a farewell serenade, a sad and tearful melody.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
We can write words of gratitude on paper,
Or to all the world her virtues make known,
Or ev’n pour forth our love to her in measure,
But, in vain, try to move her heart of stone…!
Here is a friend who taught us much we need to know:
Right from wrong and weak from strong,
Lit and English, too;
All this time she’s been working steadily tho’ slow –
She’s stol’n our hearts ‘ithout even attempting to woo!
…One day we will remember, tho’ some wish not to,
These days of pain and pleasure, we all have in school;
There are those you thank for every small thing they do
But how to thank her who made a person of you?
We can write words of gratitude on paper,
Or to all the world her virtues make known,
Or ev’n pour forth our love to her in measure
But,
Oh…! Oh…! How to move her heart of stone?
May our sorrowful year with you remain in our memory
As a farewell serenade, a sad and tearful melody.