Seeing that it is Sunday...tis the day to drink to Absent Friends...
Our heart across the ocean wends,
And loyally, with three times three,
We toast our “Absent Friends!”
Absent Friends!” -- The lost legion that lies in the grave;
The friends who were false and the friends we forgave, --
Whose words had the edge of the enemy’s knife,
To torture the heart and to poison the life; --
The friends who lay dying and never could know
That we loved at the last as we loved long ago!
So each across his wine-cup bends,
And silently, and tearfully,
We pledge our “Absent Friends!”