So deeply in the sparkling wine,
Regardless though that passion wave
Shut from the soul heaven’s light divine;
Væ vobis!—heed the trumpet blast,
Fly ere the leprous taint is deep,
Fly!—ere the hour of hope be past,
And pitying angels cease to weep.
Væ vobis, ye who fail to read,
That name which glows where’er ye tread,
The Alpha of an infant creed,