A DRINKING SONG. BARRY CORNWALL. Drink, and fill the night with mirth! And soar into the world of pleasure. Here's to Helen! why, ah! why May she warm before thy wooing! Boy and man, her staunch defender, Always sworn that she was fair, Always known that she was tender! Fill the deep-mouthed glasses high When the four wild winds assemble! Here's to all the love on earth, (Love, the young man's, wise man's treasure!) Drink, and fill your throats with mirth! Drink, and drown the world in pleasure! THE RECALL. BARRY CORNWALL. Come again! come again! Call'd by many a vernal strain, Come thou, for whom tears were falling, And a thousand tongues are calling! Come again, O come again, Like the sunshine after rain. DRINKING SONG. Pour around the sparkling wine, Give the fair ones face divine Wine it is the milk of Venus, While your coral teat we prove. Who but loves a rosy lip, Moisten'd with the morning dewSuch a lip where bees would sipWere they blest like those that do. Who but loves a boundless sea- All the nectar'd sweets of life. Drain-ah then the sparkling bowl, To the fair one whom you love, Knit with her in heart and soul, Joy shall round your circle move! |