The silent toast of "Absent friends"
Is drunk. The scene of feasting dies,
And backward fleet-winged memory flies:
The days of comradeship war sends
Are lived again. Dead faces rise
And smile on our reunion. Ends
The silent toast.
(What kind and tender things we think
Of those who left us! May there be
Such gentle thoughts of us when we
Are absent friends, and others drink
The silent toast.)
GGH
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