The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

I Wonder What The Vintners Buy One Half So Precious As The Stuff They Sell.

Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That Clears To-day Of Past Regrets And Future Fears.

Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be Myself With Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant Drum!