And hand-in-hand we come to take
A look we know must be the last.
For ere to-morrow’s sun has died,
His keen bold spirit will have found
That refuge on the other side,
Where dwell the shades of horse and hound.
Farewell, old friend, farewell! and when
The last great leap is left behind,
And passing from the haunts of men,
By earthly limits unconfined,