“We buried a loving heart to-day;
We miss his coming over the way,
The toss of his hair, his laughter’s ring;
“The radiant presence gone from earth;
The serious eyes that could shine with mirth,
The luminous brain, the hand of a king;
“So, losing him as we did, I say
Fill up the goblets, and glad and gay
On his lonely road we will drink him cheer:
“Health to the fine old friend we knew!