Satires—Imitations—AND Sonnets.

by Cornwall Bayley

SONG.
O! Bring the flowing goblet here, That lulls the soul to sleep; And as it’s charms my bosom cheer, Let me forget to weep!
2.
It cannot be!—when mourns the breast	5
With temporary woe; Wine may promote it’s genial rest, And sorrow cease to flow!
3.
But when the wishes cease to live, And Death becomes a friend;	10
Life’s only cure that wine can give, Is—hast’ning on it’s end! [Page 27]