Parting Of Three Friends

O, when shall we three meet again,
In friendly converse true;
O, when shall we three hold the chain
Of a kind interview.
Perhaps ere we again shall meet,
Decrepid age may steal,
Engraving marks of time most fleet,
And set his potent seal.
Perhaps we ne’er this side the grave,
May press each friendly hand;
But know the separating wave,
Shall not our thoughts withstand.
Still let us hope to meet again,
And taste true friendship’s balm;
Our joys we then will not refrain,
For pleasures new will charm.