Drink we German mood,
Feel we of a higher strength possessed.
Sip ye not when Bacchus' fountain floweth,
With full beakers to lips faintly bent;
He who life by drops yet only knoweth,
Knoweth not of life the full intent.
Lift it to thy mouth,
Drain it in thy drouth,
For a God from heaven it hath sent
On the spirit's light accustomed pinion,