Whene'er I meet thee at the sparkling board, And welcome warms the cup by luxury pour'd; On pleasure's buoyant lap serenely nurs'd, I joy to see thee revel o'er my FIRST;— I joy to see the rosy bumpers rise, In juices richer than my NEXT supplies: But when these fairy hours have flown away, And night retires before the dawn of day, With faltering heart I quit this flow of soul, And scarce my sorrowing lips breath out my WHOLE.
