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MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 21, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 47.

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MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Good-By

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

The saddest word in the world to me, That I speak with a tear and a sigh That sounds like the moan of the solemn sea, Is that little word, “Good-by.”
And so, whenever we bid adieu To the friends we love so dear, Shall we grieve the hearts that are warm and true By dropping a bitter tear?
We know, we know we shall meet some day, In the good time by and by, Where lonely hearts shall be cheered for aye, And no sorrow shall dim the eye; When the friends we've loved in the olden days Look into our eyes once more, And our lips shall be tuned to the Master's praise, At home on the golden shore.
Yes, the saddest word in the world to me, That I speak with a tear and a sigh That sounds like the moan of the solemn sea, Is that little word, “Good-by.” And so, instead of a sad farewell, We will clasp each other's hand, And say, with never a tear or sigh, “We shall meet in the morning land.”