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FILL THE BRIGHT GOBLET. 



Anacreontic, No. 3. 



?3i) jHti. C. 33. mUSon. 



Fill the bright goblet, and scare way sorrow, 



'Tis folly to dream of the evils to come ; 

 Fill the bright goblet ! at least till to-morrow — 



The sunshine of joy shall our pathway illume. 

 Pass round the chalice ! the wine let us sip, 



Till the heart yields to mirth, and the spirit is gay ! 

 'Tis the nectar most soothing, save woman's sweet lip. 



But oh ! like her smile — it will never betray ! 



Fill the bright goblet ! and leave care and sighing 



To those who choose bitters, from life's mingled bowl ; 

 The fountain of joy is our wine-cup supplying, 



"With the grape that has ripened to gladden the soul ! 

 Pass round the chahce ! the wine let us sip, 



Till the shadow of care from each brow flies away ; 

 There's balm in the goblet, like woman's sweet lip. 



To charm and to soothe us — but never betray ! 



Fill the bright goblet ! if kriendship is fleeting. 



It will not fleet faster, 'neath wine's rosy beam ; 

 Fill the bright goblet ! if love will be cheating. 



We'll drown his deceit, in the grape's ruby stream. 

 Pass round the chalice ! the wine let us sip ! 



And quaff" from the fountain of bliss while we may, 

 "What nectar is sweeter, save woman's dear lip. 



To chase from the bosom all sorrow away r — 



Fill the bright goblet ! and scare away sadness — 



There's full time for care, through the long busy day ; 

 But night's social hours should be given to gladness. 



Since from its charm'd circle all griefs flee away ! 

 Pass round the chalice ! the wine let us sip — 



It will brighten the wit — and the fancy inflame ; 

 Then press we the goblet ! — like woman's ripe lip. 



There's a Lethe for care, in the nectar we drain ! 



