Shall drowsy opiate dim
The eyes of Love to-day? No, let all slake
A loyal thirst in bumpers, for Love's sake,
Full beaded to the brim!
Like the Venusian's "mountain stream that roars
From bank to bank along,
When autumn rains are strong,"[*]
A deep-mouthed People lifts its voice, and pours
Its welcome forth, that like a Pæan soars
In strains more sweet than song.