Revolves the earth in splendour bright,The radiant hues of Paradise
Smile, nod, and join in the chorus with me:"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--
While love's youthful might pervades his frame:"Thou might'st hope, when with me, to grow warm,
High o'er our heads have soar'd!
That we both to these times should belong,This had God in His goodness willed.-----MOTLEY this congregation is, for, lo!At the communion kneel both friend and foe.-----IF the country I'm to show,Thou must on the housetop go.-----A MAN with households twain
Chain'd by a silk-thread at her feet.
None but shades attend man's frame,
Let the bumper then go round!For all sighs and groans of anguish