Sweet Darla of beguiling ways
Who with your charms have graced our days,
Would we could find a remedy
To turn your pain to memory!
The boundless courage deep within
Your ailing body, now grown thin,
Attest your vital will to live
Until, perforce, your frame must give.
Throughout our lives we meet heart's loss
And learn to tell what's gold from dross.
The gold we keep alive in mind
And so perpetuate love's kind.
