Classic Poem

To Mrs. Laura Dillon, now Lady Falkland.

Bacchus! to arms, the enemy's at hand,
Laura appears; stand to your glasses, stand;
The god of Love the god of Wine defies,
Behold him in full march in Laura's eyes:
Bacchus! to arms; and, to resist the dart,
Each with a faithful brimmer guard his heart.
Fly, Bacchus! fly, there's treason in the cup,
For Love comes pouring in with ev'ry drop;
I feel him in my heart, my blood, my brain;
Fly, Bacchus! fly, resistence is in vain,
Or craving quarter: crown a friendly bowl
To Laura's health, and give up all thy soul.