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102 TO CZENCZI.

Miképen ö&#x301;zek a' fris.

the hart the freshening waters,

As the bee the balmy flow'rets,

So I love the joyous wine-drops,

So I love the wine-drops, mingled

With sweet songs—and sweet songs blended

With thy kisses, rosy Czenczi!

Drinking wine,—then joys awaken;

Joys awakening, waken music;

And the power of love gives being

To thy love—nor can I envy

Even the hallow'd monarch's purple,

Nor the bliss that others covet.

Happy am I with the wine-cup,

And with music's song yet happier;

But of all the happiest, Czenczi,

Happiest, Czenczi! with thy kisses.