THE WILD VINE. 
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parted. We willingly acknowledge it, then, 
as the emblem of mirth, being assured that 
our fair friends, at any rate, will never par¬ 
take of the intoxicating qualities of its juice, 
and therefore only know it by the health and 
good humour its moderate use imparts. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills 
From kissing cymbals made a merry din : 
’Twas Bacchus and his kin! 
Like to a moving vintage, down they came, 
Crown’d with green leaves, and faces all on flame. 
All madly dancing through the pleasant valley. 
To scare thee, Melancholy! 
O then, O then, thou wast a simple name, 
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly 
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June, 
Tall chesnuts keep away the sun and moon. 
I rush’d into the folly ! 
