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Rh Keep this cup, which is now o'erflowing,
 * To grace your revel, when I'm at rest;

Never, oh! never its halm bestowing
 * On lips, that beauty hath seldom blest!

But when some warm devoted lover
 * To her he adores shall bathe its brim,

Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
 * And hallow each drop that foams for him.