1847 Oxford night caps (4th edition)

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And if, perchance, by memory's light; Departed friends we view, Oh ! let that memory still be bright^ And may our hearts be true ! When last the cup was flowing, One sat within our Hall, Whose eye with kindness glowing Inspired the festival b . But now that bright and honoured head Rests in the darkling tomb ; And ours it is to mourn the dead In unavailing gloom.

Forgive the Muse, if, erring. He drop a plaintful word :

If, thoughts of sorrow stirring, He strike too harsh a chord. He would not mar the festive scene, Nor give a wanton pain : And, though her strains have saddening been* She bids you smile again.

h This passage alludes to the demise of an Under graduate, who at the preceding meeting had, by his wit and humour, contributed much to the hilarity of his fellow-students.