Of all my happiest hours of joy,
And even I have had my measure,
When hearts were full, and ev’ry eye
Hath kindled with the light of pleasure,
An hour like this I ne’er was given,
So full of friendship’s purest blisses;
Young Love himself looks down from heaven,
To smile on such a day as this is.
Then come, my friends, this hour improve,
Let’s feel as if we ne’er could sever;