The plague unfolds his wings of night,
Whose influence o’er the victim shed
Arrests in death his feeble flight.
Lo! health returns! serene the sky—
The doomed one feels a friend is nigh.
Flow, generous wine—and smile, ye fair!
The earth in you forgets her care.
War fills the cup of pain once more—
We meet the challenge monarchs gave;
The earth that drank the fathers’ gore