ACROSS THE TABLE. To A. L. L.

Here's to you, Arthur! You and I

Have seen a lot of stormy weather,

Since first we clinked cups on the sly

At school together.

The winds of fate have had their will

And blown our crafts so far apart

We hardly knew if either still

Were on the chart.

But now I know the love of man

Is more than time or space or fate,

And laugh to scorn the powers that ban,

With you for mate.

It's good to have you sitting by,

Old man, to prove the world no botch,

To shame the devil with your eye

And pass the Scotch.