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ODES AND SONGS. |
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This will give health, and joy, and peace,
Refreshing every power; We want no better drink than this
In trials darkest hour. To cheer the heart and quench the thirst
It is the very thing ; Then give us water pure and good,
From Roger Williams' spring.
Our sires drank from this living spring
Two hundred years ago; And from this fountain water clear
Continues still to flow. Then we, on this our festal day,
Will of its virtues sing, And drink this water, pure and good,
From Roger Williams' spring. |
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9 SONG.
FAREWELL TO THE CUP.
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AREWELL to the cup—we have tarried too long, Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to song, And the thoughts that flow'd freely are sombre and dull, And our brains become heavy—farewell to the bowl.
No longer the eye beams with intellect's fires, No longer the tongue fancy's power inspires ; But flushed is the brow and degraded the soul, And our minds have departed—farewell to the bowl.
Oh, tarry no longer where joy flies away, And the heart and the soul lose their richest array, Where eye mocketh eye, as unmeaning they roll, And the tongue whispers folly—farewell to the bowl. |
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