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Rh  Quick a graceful garland twine, Youthful vigour still is mine. Hateful, hoary age, away! Let me sport with striplings gay; Bring the bright autumnal bowl— Age can ne'er subdue the soul. Still I raise the cheerful strain, Still the brimming bowl I drain; Still with native humour gay, Sport the happy hours away!