Song.
Yet once again, but once, before we sever, Fill we one brimming cup, - it is the last! And let those lips, now parting, and for ever, Breathe o'er this pledge, "the memory of the past!" Joy's fleeting sun is set; and no to-morrow Smiles on the gloomy path we tread so fast, Yet, in the bitter cup, o'erfilled with sorrow, Lives one sweet drop, - the memory of the past. But one more look from those dear eyes, now shining Through their warm tears, their loveliest and their last; But one more strain of hands, in friendship twining, Now farewell all, save memory of the past.
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