Friends Whom To-Night Once More I Greet, Most Glad Am I With You To Be, And, As I Look Around, I Meet Many A Face Right Good To See; But One I Miss - Ah! Where Is He? - Of Merry Eye And Sparkling Jest, Who Used To Brim My Glass For Me; I Drink - In What? - The Absent Guest. Low Lies He In His Winding-Sheet, By Organized Hypocrisy Hurled From His Happy Wine-Clad Seat, Stilled His Kind Heart And Hushed His Glee; His Very Name DAren't Mention We, That Good Old Friend Who Brought Such Zest, And Set Our Tongues And Spirits Free: I Drink - In What? - The Absent Guest. No Choice To-Night 'Twixt "Dry" Or "Sweet," 'Twixt Red Or White, 'Twixt Rye, - Ah! Me - Or Scotch - And Think! We Live To See'T - No Whispered Word, Nor Massive Fee, Nor Even Influenza Plea, Can Raise A Bubble; But, As Best We May, We Make Our Hollow Spree: I Drink - In What? - The Absent Guest. Envoi Friends, Good Is Coffee, Good Is Tea, And Water Has A Charm Unguessed - And Yet - That Brave Old Deity! I Drink - In Tears - The Absent Guest.