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A BALLADE OF FAREWELL
Now, ere our last sun sinks in red,
Clasp hands in friendship, ere we die,
Nor shame us if a tear be shed :—
The time has come tosay Good-bye.
ENVOI
Prince, whether in Life’s Tripos classed
Or ploughed quite irretrievably,
Our friendship for all time is cast.
The time is come to say Good-bye.