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Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Dearths foreseene come not.
Dearths foreseene come not.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.
All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.
All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.
My sun has not yet set for ever.
My sun has not yet set for ever.
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.