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" the sails again, and drop    Your anchor by the shore; Our purple cup has yet to make     A few glad circles more. Fair sister, seat thee by my side—     Another health to thee: Yon sky shall lose its rival blush,     Ere we pass o'er the sea. I call on thee, thou minstrel young,     To praise the ruby tide:" Thus spoke the young Prince Henry, And soon the song replied:— SONG. Deep, deep, drain the cup, Or leave its wealth untasted— Deep, deep, drain the cup, Or its best gift is wasted. Drink not of the purple wine For a moment's gladness— Flashing wit and careless laugh Are but transient madness;— There's sparkling light floats on the bowl, There's flashing mirth within it: But its deep forgetfulness Is the best spell in it. Drain the red wine till it be    Lethe to life's sorrow; 'Tis something to forget to-day That there must come to-morrow.