SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



Make merry, comrades, eat and drink, 

 The lights are growing dim. 



I miss the face of one I've loved — 



(The sunlight settles on the sea) ; 

 Long since to distant climes he roved ; 



He had his faults, and so have we ; 

 His name was mentioned here this day, 



And it was coupled with a sneer ; 

 I heard, nor had I ought to say. 



Though once I held his memory dear, 

 Who cares 'mid wines and fruit and flowers. 



Though death or danger compass him, 

 He had his faults, and we have ours, 



The lights are growing dim. 



I miss the form of one I know — 

 (The sunlight wanes upon the sea) ; 



'Tis not so very long ago 



We drank his health with three-times-three, 



And we were gay when he was here ; 

 And he is gone, and we are gay. 



Where has he gone ? or far or near ? 



Good sooth, 'twere somewhat hard to say. 



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