WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE.

WHEN THE WINE-CUP IS SMILING.

(GERMAN AIR.)

(ITALIAN AIR.)

WHEN the first summer beo

When the wine-cup is smiling before us,
O'er the young rose shall hover,

And we pledge round to hearts that are true, boy,
Then, like that gay rover,

true,
I'll come to thee.

Then the sky of this life opens o'er us,
He to flowers, I to lips, full of sweets to the brim-| And Heaven gives a glimpse of its blue.
What a meeting, what a meeting for me and for Talk of Adam in Eden reclining,
him!

We are better, far better off thus, boy, thus; When the first summer bee, &c.

For him but two bright eyes were shining—

See, what numbers are sparkling for us .
Then, to every bright treo
In the garden he'll wander ;

When on one side the grape-juice is dancing,
While I, oh, much fonder,

While on t'other a blue eye beams, boy, beams,
Will stay with thee.

'Tis enough, 'twixt the wine and the glancing, In search of now sweetness through thousands he'll To disturb ev'n a saint from his dreams.

Yet, though life like a river is flowing, While I find the sweetness of thousands in one. I care not how fast it goes on, boy, on. Then, to every bright tree, &c.

So the grape on its bank is still growing,

And Love lights the waves as they run.

run,