When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile br Our paths together lay—and each one brought br Heart to feel heart, and thought to answer thought; br And our brief converse has been as a smile br Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—and now br It dies away, and we must say farewell: br The strain is closing,—the spring leaves to flow,— br And our good fellowship in the past must dwell. br Yet, let there be no parting. In my heart br I hold you, and your looks and words; I pray, br In your remembrance let me keep a part, br And let us still be friends—true friends alway;— br Still holding converse in that inner life, br Where Time and Absence wage with Love no strife.