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THE PLEDGING.

We buried a loving heart to-day;
We miss his coming over the way,
The toss of his hair, his laughter's ring;
“The radiant presence gone from earth;
The serious eyes that could shine with mirth,
The luminous brain, the hand of a king;
“So, losing him as we did, I say
Fill up the goblets, and glad and gay
On his lonely road we will drink him cheer:
“Health to the fine old friend we knew!
Peace to his slumbers under the dew!
Hail to his memory kind and dear!

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“And for second pledge, fill up to the brim;
(Laugh lightly, what if our eyes be dim!)
Here's to the first that shall follow him.”
The sun ran riot across the floor;
Pomegranate-blossoms swung by the door;
Blithe robins lit on the ivied sill:
The voice in the gurgle of wine was lost;
Up from the board were the beakers tossed;
Loud clashed their rims with a royal will.
And he, the youngest, that swayed them erst,
Poured yet again, like a man athirst:
“To the first who follows we drink, we three!”
Sudden beside him Another stood,
So sudden, he fell as the sandal-wood
Sinks when the axe is laid to the tree:
But the Shadow lifted his cup instead
With the old quick smile, and the toss of the head:
“Franz! thou art the first to follow!” he said.