Classic Poem

I.

M Y spirits are mounting, my heart's fun of glee,
Sweet hope like a rose on my bumper I see;
My cares are all colour'd with joy as they pass,
And my soul is all sunshine when lit by my glass.
Fal de ral, &c.
II.

Away from my view fly the world and its strife,
The banquet of fancy's the feast of my life,
All love's melting energies sink in my soul,
And the fountain of bliss is let loose in my bowl.
Fa de ral, &c.

III.

You ask why I drink, and my reason is plain,
To gild with bright colours life's picture again,
From the cold track of care my warm heart to remove,
And revel transported with nature and love.
Fal de ral, &c.

IV.

To the fairer I fill, to the fairer I think,
Mine is not a clay that grows muddy with drink;
The bubbles that rise in gay colours are drest,
And love's the soft sediment lies at my breast.
Fal de ral, &c.

V.

My spirits in bursts of wild sympathy start,
And friendship's kind current flows pure from my
And ardour so social ennobles each thought,
And I curse the cold maxims dame prudence has taught.
Fal de ral, &c.

VI.

What say soothing Gods! when thou bring'st to my view
Those scenes of wild softness my bosom once knew;
I gaze as fond Memory's vision goes by,
And double the bliss, tho' the tear's in my eye.
Fal de ral, &c.

VII.

Then give me, great Gods, but a friend with my wine,
Whose heart has been heated and soften'd like mine,
In social effusions we'll cherish each soul,
And share the wild magic that lies in the bowl.
Fal de ral, &c.