[COMMERS SONG.]
From high Olympus comes our pleasures crowning,
From thence our dream of youth was sent;
Therefore trust brothers, spite of Envy's frowning,
Who would our youthful joys prevent.
Solemnly sound ye the jubilant song.
Revelling brothers with beaker clang.
Deep in the sea of youthful pleasure drinking,
Joy smiles and beckons from the shore;
Till on some evening late the bright sun sinking,