 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
I VALUE THIS CUP.
I value this cup, for its brim
Is hallow'd by mem'ries divine!
How many a health have I pledg'd out of him—
And mingled a tear with the wine!
To my children I drank from this bowl,
When the day of their birth has come round;
To the well-belov'd wife of my soul,
Who with rapture my fond heart has crown'd!
Is hallow'd by mem'ries divine!
How many a health have I pledg'd out of him—
And mingled a tear with the wine!
To my children I drank from this bowl,
When the day of their birth has come round;
To the well-belov'd wife of my soul,
Who with rapture my fond heart has crown'd!
The cup that is hallow'd like this,
With hopes, and with blessings, and love,
Bright Hebe ne'er fill'd one so brimming with bliss
When she crown'd it with nectar above!
Then forward our hopes let us cast,
And bound in fond memory's chain,
Let us drink to the joys that are past,
And trust that as bright ones remain!
With hopes, and with blessings, and love,
Bright Hebe ne'er fill'd one so brimming with bliss
When she crown'd it with nectar above!
Then forward our hopes let us cast,
And bound in fond memory's chain,
Let us drink to the joys that are past,
And trust that as bright ones remain!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |