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Fancy-Stirring Bowl
It is when the fancy-stirring bowl,
Makes its world of pleasure,
Glowing visions gild my soul,
And life’s an endless treasure,
Then memory decks my wanted heart,
Fresh with gay desires,
With rays divine my senses dart,
And kindling hope inspires.
Then who would be grave when wine can save,
The heaviest soul from sinking,
And magic grapes give angel-shape,
To every girl we are drinking.
Here sweet benignity and love,
Shed their influence round me,
The gathered ills of live remove,
And leave me as they found me,
For though my head may swim yet true,
And still to natures feeling,
While peace and beauty swim there too,
And rock me as I am reeling. Chorus-
On youth’s soft pillow tender truth,
Her pensive lesson taught me,
When age soon mocked the dream of youth,
And Wisdom waked and caught me,
A bargain then with love I knocked,
To hold the pleasing gipsy,
When wise to keep my bosom locked,
But turn the key when tipsy. Chorus
When time assuaged my heated heart,
The grey-beard wise and simple,
Forgot to cool one little part,
Just flushed by Lucy’s dimple,
That part’s enough of beauty’s type,
To warm an honest fellow,
And though it touch me not when ripe,
It melts still while I am mellow. Chorus.
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