Impromptu, On Leaving Some Friends.
By Thomas Moore
o dulces comitum valete coetus! CATULLUS. No, never shall my soul forget The friends I found so cordial-hearted; Dear shall be the day we met, And dear shall be the night we parted. If fond regrets, however sweet, Must with the lapse of time decay, Yet stall, when thus in mirth you meet, Fill high to him that's far away! Long be the light of memory found Alive within your social glass; Let that be still the magic round. O'er which Oblivion, dare not pass.
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