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Bacchanalian Song.
BACCHANALIAN SONG .
WORDS AND AIR BY BR . J . LEE STEVENS . COME , fill your glasses to the brim , The beads that to the surface swim—To social bliss so near akin—Have each a germ of joy within ! And who the sparkling drops ivould lose That new delight—new life
infuse;—That take the sting from care and pain , And make the warm heart young again r They say that wine unveils the mind , Nor leaves one lurking thought behind , Man ' s trusting brother to betray—Or turn from woman ' s love away . ' I do believe the proverb riht
g , And thus apply its point to-night;—This honest wine we need not spare , Where none but honest drinkers are ! Written in the Concord Lodge , No . 49 , Jan .. 12 , 1839 .
To Amata.
TO AMATA .
I know not , I ask , not , I wish not to know , What thou wert , what thou didst , in the days long ago , — Before ' twas my fortune thy beauty to see , Sufficient that now thou art all things to me . Tho' some , who haye bask'd in thy morn ' s early ray , May have vanish'd , with morn-dreams , for ever away ;
There is still one heart left where thou may ' st repose , Softly resting , a nestling , till evening shall close . And tho' fresher , perhaps , was the first dawn of light , More mellowly shineth the sunset at night ; Even so will approach the calm close of our days , AU glowingly soft , like the sun ' s parting rays . E . R . MORAN , No . 1 , G . M . L
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Bacchanalian Song.
BACCHANALIAN SONG .
WORDS AND AIR BY BR . J . LEE STEVENS . COME , fill your glasses to the brim , The beads that to the surface swim—To social bliss so near akin—Have each a germ of joy within ! And who the sparkling drops ivould lose That new delight—new life
infuse;—That take the sting from care and pain , And make the warm heart young again r They say that wine unveils the mind , Nor leaves one lurking thought behind , Man ' s trusting brother to betray—Or turn from woman ' s love away . ' I do believe the proverb riht
g , And thus apply its point to-night;—This honest wine we need not spare , Where none but honest drinkers are ! Written in the Concord Lodge , No . 49 , Jan .. 12 , 1839 .
To Amata.
TO AMATA .
I know not , I ask , not , I wish not to know , What thou wert , what thou didst , in the days long ago , — Before ' twas my fortune thy beauty to see , Sufficient that now thou art all things to me . Tho' some , who haye bask'd in thy morn ' s early ray , May have vanish'd , with morn-dreams , for ever away ;
There is still one heart left where thou may ' st repose , Softly resting , a nestling , till evening shall close . And tho' fresher , perhaps , was the first dawn of light , More mellowly shineth the sunset at night ; Even so will approach the calm close of our days , AU glowingly soft , like the sun ' s parting rays . E . R . MORAN , No . 1 , G . M . L