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Wine !
WINE !
" Wine ! wine ! bring me wine , bring me wine , Wine that is strong and old—Fill thou thy glass , and I will fill mine , Let the jest and the tale be told . " Dost thou call for a tale of some beautiful deed—Some timid one succoured—some friend helped at need Oh , a tale of true feeling , or bright witty jest .
Cannot ever need wine—strong old wine—to give zest . "Ale ! ale ! bring me ale , bring me ale , Ale that is old and strong—Hail , fellow ! well met—I bid thee hail ! Come , sing us a drinking song . " Oh , sweet music ! thou joy of the good and the pure , Must thou join in the revel and feasts of the boor ?
No ! ne ' er let thy pinions for one moment rest Where rude voices are shouting the tale and the jest ; But come , shed thy sweet gifts upon us who decline To madden our senses with ale or with wine .
Water!
WATER !
Bright child of the fountain I bright child of the spring ! Thy beauties , pure water , fresh water , I sing ; While others are chanting the praises oi wine , To sing of thy virtues , fresh water , be mine ! When wearied and care-worn we sink down to rest , With pain in our limbs , and with spirits opprest ; AVhen we toss on our couches unable to sleep ,
Oh ! bring us cool water , and let us drink deep . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! & e . What is ' t brings the glow upon childhood ' s sweet face , Gives strength to his gestures , and spirit and grace ? 'Tis the plunge in fresh water each morning and night , 'Tis the charm oi pure water which makes him so bright . The young bride is blooming so lovely and fair , With snowy-white garments , and flowers in her hair ;
Whence got the charm which bewitches our sight ? 'Tis the child of the fountain sheds o ' er her his light . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! & c . Heart ! hast thou no smiles to send forth to the lip , Unless of strong wine we continue to sip ; And hast thou no flashes of fancy , oh , wit ! Save when with decanters before us we sit .
We'll heed not such wit , and such smiles we'll despise , And we'll laugh at the wisdom in bottles that lies ; We'll laugh and we'll talk , we'll dance and we'll sing , Inspir'd by a draught from the beautiful spring . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! Thy beauties , pure water , fresh water , I sing ; While others are chanting the praises of wine , To sing of thy virtues , fresh water , be mine . ELLEN ECCLES .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Wine !
WINE !
" Wine ! wine ! bring me wine , bring me wine , Wine that is strong and old—Fill thou thy glass , and I will fill mine , Let the jest and the tale be told . " Dost thou call for a tale of some beautiful deed—Some timid one succoured—some friend helped at need Oh , a tale of true feeling , or bright witty jest .
Cannot ever need wine—strong old wine—to give zest . "Ale ! ale ! bring me ale , bring me ale , Ale that is old and strong—Hail , fellow ! well met—I bid thee hail ! Come , sing us a drinking song . " Oh , sweet music ! thou joy of the good and the pure , Must thou join in the revel and feasts of the boor ?
No ! ne ' er let thy pinions for one moment rest Where rude voices are shouting the tale and the jest ; But come , shed thy sweet gifts upon us who decline To madden our senses with ale or with wine .
Water!
WATER !
Bright child of the fountain I bright child of the spring ! Thy beauties , pure water , fresh water , I sing ; While others are chanting the praises oi wine , To sing of thy virtues , fresh water , be mine ! When wearied and care-worn we sink down to rest , With pain in our limbs , and with spirits opprest ; AVhen we toss on our couches unable to sleep ,
Oh ! bring us cool water , and let us drink deep . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! & e . What is ' t brings the glow upon childhood ' s sweet face , Gives strength to his gestures , and spirit and grace ? 'Tis the plunge in fresh water each morning and night , 'Tis the charm oi pure water which makes him so bright . The young bride is blooming so lovely and fair , With snowy-white garments , and flowers in her hair ;
Whence got the charm which bewitches our sight ? 'Tis the child of the fountain sheds o ' er her his light . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! & c . Heart ! hast thou no smiles to send forth to the lip , Unless of strong wine we continue to sip ; And hast thou no flashes of fancy , oh , wit ! Save when with decanters before us we sit .
We'll heed not such wit , and such smiles we'll despise , And we'll laugh at the wisdom in bottles that lies ; We'll laugh and we'll talk , we'll dance and we'll sing , Inspir'd by a draught from the beautiful spring . Chorus—Bright child of the fountain ! bright child of the spring ! Thy beauties , pure water , fresh water , I sing ; While others are chanting the praises of wine , To sing of thy virtues , fresh water , be mine . ELLEN ECCLES .