And shout their joy in singing!
Or when sad souls the wine would quaff
Of mirth brimm’d bubbling o’er with laugh,
What sparkling draughts in their behalf,
The comic bard comes bringing!
And ever, round the social board,
As full the foaming pledge is pour’d,
See how good-will the heart could hoard
Is lavish’d with the singing.
How blest are homes, all fill’d with song,