Farewell, but, whenever you welcome the hour

Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the nightsong of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. His griefs may return, not a hope may remain Of the few that have brighten’d his pathway of pain, But he ne’er will forget the short vision, that threw Its enchantment around him, while lingering with you. And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where’er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night;