DRINK OF THIS CUP. DRINK of this cup; you'll find there's a spell in Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it; But would you rise above earth, till akin To Immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of it; Send round the cup-for oh, there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. Never was philter form'd with such power To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing; A harvest of gold in the fields it stood laughing, To enliven such hearts as are here brought together. And though, perhaps--but breathe it to no one— Fill up there's a fire in some hearts I could name, Which may work too its charm, though as lawless and hidden. So drink of the cup-for oh there's a spell in 3 : ECHO. How sweet the answer Echo makes When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes, Yet Love hath echoes truer far, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, "Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, To Ladies' eyes around, boy, We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Though bright eyes so abound, boy, 'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose: For thick as stars that lighten Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs, The countless eyes that brighten This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! Some looks there are so holy, They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. The other way, the other way. Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, So drink them all! so drink them all! In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flatt'ring error, 'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips-but this is telling— So here they go! so here they go! Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them all! so drink them all! THE MOUNTAIN SPRITE IN yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night, He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite. As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er The golden sands of that island shore, Beside a fountain, one sunny day, As bending over the stream he lay, There peep'd down o'er him two eyes of light, He turn'd, but, lo, like a startled bird, That spirit fled-and the youth but heard Of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite. One night, still haunted by that bright look, The boy, bewilder'd, his pencil took, And, guided only by memory's light, Drew the once-seen form of the Mountain Sprite. "Oh thou, who lovest the shadow,” cried A voice, low whisp'ring by his side, "Now turn and see,"-here the youth's delight Seal'd the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite. "Of all the spirits of land and sea," Then rapt he murmur'd, "there's none like thee, "And oft, oh oft, may thy foot thus light "In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite!" OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS. Он, could we do with this world of ours What a heaven on earth we'd make it! |