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O let us not forecast to-morrow's fears, But count to-day as gain, my brave compeers! To-morrow we shall quit this inn, and march With comrades who have marched seven thousand years.

Ne'er for one moment leave your cup unused! Wine keeps heart, faith, and reason too, amused; Had Iblis swallowed hut a single drop, To worship Adam he had ne'er refused!

Come, dance! while we applaud thee, and adore Thy sweet Narcissus eyes, and grape-juice pour; A score of cups is no such great affair, But 'tis enchanting when we reach three score!