Yet Once Again, But Once, Before We Sever, Fill We One Brimming Cup, - It Is The Last! And Let Those Lips, Now Parting, And For Ever, Breathe O'Er This Pledge, "The Memory Of The Past!" Joy'S Fleeting Sun Is Set; And No To-Morrow Smiles On The Gloomy Path We Tread So Fast, Yet, In The Bitter Cup, O'Erfilled With Sorrow, Lives One Sweet Drop, - The Memory Of The Past. But One More Look From Those Dear Eyes, Now Shining Through Their Warm Tears, Their Loveliest And Their Last; But One More Strain Of Hands, In Friendship Twining, Now Farewell All, Save Memory Of The Past.