A knowing guide,
A hand that leads,
Planting life's immortal seeds.
You show us distant imagined lands,
Guiding us with gentle hands,
Through books and stories world wide read,
And yet to you we have not said.
Our thanks and gratitude we have not told,
Though in our minds we surely hold,
Found memories of you and of your class,
Knowledge of literature in bounding mass.
And so to you with heavy sigh,
We say solemnly our last goodbye,
Thank you my friend for being fair and just,
And teaching kindly with love and trust.