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Anacreontic, No. 4. 

 J3» Plvjj. C. 33. ?i2aa^on. 



Send round the wine ! be gay! be gay ! 



O'er hours Uke this let Bacchus reign ; 

 Cold thoughts of earth, away ! away ! 



Till dull- eyed morn bring care again ! 

 Spirit of Hope — of Joy — arise. 



With the bright bubbles on the bowl : 



Chase by your spells pale Sorrow's sighs, 



. And light Mirth's torch in every soul ! 



Send round the wine ! let Music's strain. 



In melting numbers, round us breathe : 

 Till, in the chambers of the brain, 



Care finds no space its web to weave ! 

 Music and wine ! — Can magic boast 



Of spells more potent, charms more sure ? 

 Add woman's name to crown the toast — 



Has earth a grief these cannot cure ? 



Send round the wine ! it sparkles bright. 



And FANCY kindles as it flows : 

 The glowing goblet's ruby light 



Round life a charmed halo throws ! 

 It wreathes with flowers the brow of gloom — 



Gives to Love's wing a gayer dye : 

 Bids Beauty's cheek more warmly bloom. 



And brightens Friendship's smiling eye ! 



Send round the wine ! the world would seem. 



Without it. but a world of woe : 

 Yet, tinted by its fairy beam. 



Each landscape wears a sunny glow. 

 And like the fabled flower that turns 



For radiance to the Fount of Day : 

 So Plkasurk's altar dimly burns. 



Till lighted by the goblet's ray ! 



