Life Without You
A land where all is cold and drear,
Where sunshine never, never plays;
Where flowers do not come to cheer,
And deepest gloom spreads o'er the days.
A land from whence all joy has gone,
Where—as the surging waves break o'er
The reef, then madly, swiftly on—
Despair floods all forevermore.
Where every day is like the last,
And hopelessness fills all the world,
And sorrows rise from out the past—
So would life be without you—GIRL.
W. Parks Johnson.