Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words by Homer Green. Music by Harry Standish.
I kissed your lips and held your hand, and said farewell, and went away,
Well knowing that another day would speed you forth for other lands;
And down the summer scented street I heard your echoing voice repeat
That plaintive, low and sweet refrain that almost cleft my heart in twain,
That ancient motto, sad and sweet, Mizpah! Mizpah! Mizpah! Mizpah!
And when with flowers of June you come, and face to face again we stand,
And heart to heart and hand to hand, oh, love, within the one dear home,
We shall not need to say again, in winter's snow or summer's rain,
Those tearful words when last we met, those mournful thoughts of sad regret;
Ne'ermore we'll need that sweet refrain, Mizpah! Mizpah! Mizpah! Mizpah!