The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
pp. pp. 112-113
| THE moon is forth! — and while the cars | 1 |
| Of night are out, we will not sleep, | 2 |
| Send round the bowl, and shew the stars | 3 |
| The vigils earthly spirits keep! — | 4 |
| And if the vines, in yonder sky, | 5 |
| Drop for their train such purple tears, | 6 |
| The poet's tale should be no lie, | 7 |
| Which paints them singing in their spheres! | 8 |
| Shall we, because Hope's fount is dry, | 9 |
| Shun every fount that soothes the soul? — | 10 |
| The pang that blights the heart and eye | 11 |
| Was never gathered from the bowl! | 12 |
| If looks be dim, that once were bright, | 13 |
| To weep will hardly make them brighter, | 14 |
| And if our hearts be far from light, | 15 |
| At least, we'll strive to make them lighter! | 16 |
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| Fill high the glass! — to- night, we'll try, | 17 |
| For once, to make a truce with sorrow, | 18 |
| And they who think it wise to sigh, | 19 |
| May smile to- night — and sigh to- morrow; — | 20 |
| But we, who love the better mood, | 21 |
| To gather gladness where we may, | 22 |
| Will hail, across this purple flood, | 23 |
| The dawning of a brighter day. | 24 |