The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1829-06-04
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BRING WINE , BRING WINE,


Bring wine bring wine tbs festal day,
a Jubilee for the young and gay;
Drink Joy to the young and laughing bride,
That clings like vine to her lov'd one side;
She goes from the home Of her early years
May her eve of light nocr be veild in tears;
Drink Joy 10 the hopes that around her twine,
Drink JOY to the bride--bring wine bring wine.
Bring wine. bring wine. drink Joy to tho youth
That kept his vows in the bond Of truth
May his heart ne'er cease to throb with bliss,
ASH throb'd when ho gave the nupta kiss.
May his hopes not fade as tho summer flower,
Nor his joys depart with the nup,al hour
As beacon star may they brightly shine,
Tho life shall wane--bring wine, bring wine
Bring wne bring wine! drink Joy to the guest
II he sigh for love, may his hopes be blos,,
lfhis heart is torn with corroding care,
May his sorrows pass as a cloud in ar
To him whom an arrow from Cupid's bow
Hath never pierced, may his pleasure flow;
Though old in age, though in lifc's decline,
May they still know joy--bring wine, bring
wine.
Bring wine bring wine drink Joy 10 all, '" N
Though they join not the dance in the festal
Though they taste not the cup while the wine
is pourd,
Though they taste not the sweets Of the festa
board
Though they join not the laugh nor the song
of mirib,
May their joys be bright while they dwell on
earth; .4a
May their lives be calm as a summer day
Taste the sparkling cup--then away, away.
--eHs-- 4
From The New England Weekly Review
BEAUTIFUL STANZAS.
Sleep on sleep above thy corse
The winds their sabbath keep
The wave is round thce-and thy breast
fleaves with the heaving deep;
Der thee, mild Eve her beauty filings,
And there the wbito gull lifts hor wings,
And the blue halcyon loves to lave
Her plumage in the holy wave.
Sleep on-no willow DER thee bends
With melancholy air,
No violet springs, nor dewy rose
Its soul of love lays bare;
But there the sea flower bright and young
IL sweety DER thy sumbers flung,
and like weeping mourner fair,
The pale flag hangs its tresses there
Sleep on--seep on--the glittcting depths
OF Oceans coral caves
Are thy bright thy requiem
Tho music ofits waves;--
The purple gems forever burn
In 'adeless beauty round thy urn,
And pure and deep rs infant love,
The blue sea rolls its waves above.
Sleep onto thee tho moonbeam comes
Unbrokcn from on high,
Fure, radiant, as when first il fell
Upon chino infant eve -
And OFT the morning bow will shcd
Its eoftest glories round thy head,
And seem, as DER thy form it CLEANS,
The emblem Of thy spirits dreams.
Sleep on--sleep on the fearful wrath
OF mingling cloud and deep
May leave its wild and stormy track
Above thy place of sleep.
But when the wave has sunk TO rest,
AS now twill murmur Ger thy breast,
And the bright victims of the sea
Perchance will make their home with thee.
Sleep on--thy corsc is far away,
But Love bewails thee yet
For thee the hcart.wrung sigh is breathed
And lovely eyes are wet:
hnd she, thy young and benutcous bride,
Her thoughts are lowering by thy side,
As Oft she turns { o Wow with tears
The Eden Of departed years.
--..eNe---
From the Connecticut Mirror.