Of Wine from Heav'n her little Tass lifts up.
XLI. In ed. 2 and the first draft of ed. 3:
Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine
To-morrow's tangle to itself resign.
XLII. In ed. 2:
And if the Cup you drink, the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in—Yes;
Imagine then you are what heretofore
You were—hereafter you shall not be less.
The first draft of ed. 3 agrees with edd. 3 and 4, except that the first line is—
And if the Cup, and if the Lip you press.
STANZA
XLIII. In ed. 2:
So when at last the Angel of the drink
Of Darkness finds you by the river-brink,
And, proffering his Cup, invites your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff it—do not shrink.