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ODES AND SONGS. |
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Yet lift not the wine-cup, though pleasure may swim 'Mid the bubbles that flash round its roseate brim;
For dark in the depths of the fountain below, Lurk the sirens that lure to the vortex of wo.
They have led the gay spirit of childhood astray, While it dreamed not of wiles on its radiant way ;
And the soft cheek of beauty they've paled in its bloom, And quenched her bright eyes in the damps of the tomb.
They have torn the live wreath from the brow of tho brave,
And changed his proud heart to the heart of a slave ; And e'en the fair fame of the good and the just,
With the grey hairs of age, they have trod to the dust.
Then lift not the wine-cup, though pleasure may swim Like an angel of light round its roseate brim :
For dark in the depths of the fountain below, Lurk the sirens that lure to the vortex of wo. |
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20 SONG FOR NEW YEAR.
SONS OF FREEDOM, ALL REJOICE!
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AIL ! The New Year Jubilee, Hail! Our nation still is free ! Raise we all our cheerful voice, And in thankful songs rejoice ; Join we then with sweet accord, Praise we now our common Lord. May we not our joys express ? While heav'n deigns our land to bless, Guards our rights, prolongs our days, God is worthy of all praise. Let us praise; for it is meet, Pay our homage at his feet. |
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