God, in goodness, hath us thus combined;
Drink here with the friend of honest mind.
There, where nectar flows,
Sweetest pleasure blows,
E'en as flowers when the spring hath shined.
Golden time! oh revel we it through,
Hanging on the friend's devoted breast;
From the friend a blissful warmth we'll borrow;
Of our pleasure cool in wine the zest.
In the grapes pure blood,