Like the tides that rise and fall lapping against our shoreline here in Thuwal, university life is one of constant arrivals and departures which enrich us all.
FAREWELL
Farewell! It is no sorrowful word.
It has never had a pang for me.
Sweet as the last song of a bird,
Soft as a wind-swell from the sea,
The word Farewell.
I part with you as oft before
I ‘ve parted with dear friends and sweet,
And now I shake (forevermore)
Your memory’s gold-dust from my feet.
Farewell! farewell!
Soon I shall find a new sweet face,
And other eyes as pure and strong
As yours are now, and then a space
Of life that ripples into song,
And then farewell!
Farewell! farewell! Throw me a kiss!
How fast the distance grows between!
Now memory fades-a film of bliss,
A far-off mist of silvery sheen:
Good-by! farewell!
Maurice Thompson (1844-1901)
Thank you all.
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Bye, Chris!