Drifting o'er life's troubled ocean,
Many gems fall in the deep.
Life is loss, oft sad emotion
Thrills our being, oft we weep.
Brightest beams have shape of shadow
Purest gold its sign of dross.
Thistles grow in every meadow
Love nor life is free from loss.
So we bear our heart's deep sorrow.
While we bid our friend adieu.
Hopes and prayers for her to-morrow,
All our inmost thoughts imbue.
