“Wreathe the bowl”

Title Word Count: 

3

Include: 

Yes

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Year Rounded: 

1 700

Poem: 

        WREATHE the bowl
        With flowers of soul,
The brightest wit can find us;
        We ’ll take a flight
        Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us!
        Should Love amid
        The wreaths be hid
That Joy, the enchanter, brings us,
        No danger fear
        While wine is near—
We ’ll drown him if he stings us.
        Then wreathe the bowl
        With flowers of soul,
The brightest wit can find us;
        We ’ll take a flight
        Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us!

        ’T was nectar fed
        Of old, ’t is said,
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos;
        And man may brew
        His nectar too;
The rich receipt ’s as follows:—
        Take wine like this;
        Let looks of bliss
Around it well be blended;
        Then bring wit’s beam
        To warm the stream,
And there ’s your nectar, splendid!
        So wreathe the bowl
        With flowers of soul,
The brightest wit can find us;
        We ’ll take a flight
        Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us!

        Say, why did Time
        His glass sublime
Fill up with sands unsightly,
        When wine he knew
        Runs brisker through,
And sparkles far more brightly?
        Oh, lend it us,
        And, smiling thus,
The glass in two we ’d sever,
        Make pleasure glide
        In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever!
        Then wreathe the bowl
        With flowers of soul,
The brightest wit can find us;
        We ’ll take a flight
        Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us!

Sub Title: 

Poems of Friendship