Of two such lessons, why forget Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served but served Polycrates A tyrant; but our masters then Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh! that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Such as the Doric mothers bore; Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a King who buys and sells : The only hope of courage dwells; Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! I see their glorious black eyes shine; Place me on Sunium's marbled steep- Byron. NEW YEAR'S HYMN. He lives, who lives to God alone, For other source than God is none, To live to God is to requite But life, within a narrow ring Of giddy joys comprised, Is falsely named, and no such thing, But rather death disguised. Can life in them deserve the name, Who only live to prove For what poor toys they can disclaim An endless life above? Who trample order, and the day If scorn of God's commands, impressed The better part of man unblessed Such want it, and that want, uncured Sad period to a pleasant course! Yet so will God repay Sabbaths profaned without remorse, And mercy cast away. Cowper. VICTORY IN DEATH. Away! thou dying saint, away! Thy toils at length have reached a close, No more remains for thee to do; Away, away to thy repose, Beyond the reach of evil go. Away to yonder realms of light, Where multitudes, redeemed with blood, Enjoy the beatific sight, And dwell for ever with their God. Go, mix with them, and share their joy, |