  Come let us drink & deeply drown In Heav’n’s pure wine our sorrowing! Fling ye earth’s faded garlands down, Scatter away life’s flowering! Though sorrow’s myriad armies strive To subjugate & slay us, we, O proud cup-bearer, will contrive To overcome their tyranny. O earth’s sad lover, drink & throw Unto high heaven thy misery: So shall perchance bright beauty know Thy longing need & bend to thee. Not in this life’s sad city grow Immortal flowers: O friends, arise! Drink we the wine of truth & go To deathless joys of Paradise.
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