EDITH CHILD. Bryn Mawr Lantern.
~A Banquet Song.~
I.
Comrades, fill the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Fill it full of love and laughter,
Claret lips and kisses after,
Crown it with a maiden's smiles,
And the foam of magic wiles.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
II.
Fill again, the banquet cup
Brimming up!
Overflow it with the roses
Which her timid blush discloses.
With her sparkling eyelight sift it,
Till it flavored is. Then lift it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
III.
Comrades, fill a parting cup
Brimming up!
Flood it in your praise's zest,
For the uninvited guest.
With her charms and graces fill it,
Touch the lips and heartward spill it.
Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,
For the love of loving lasses
Ere it passes!
EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER. Dartmouth Literary Monthly.
~The Senior And The Rose.~