The American Songster, Song

Come, now, all ye social pow'rs, Shed your infl'ence o'er us; Crown with joy our present hours, Enliven those before us:

Bring the flask, the music bring, Joy shall quickly find us: Sport, and dance, and laugh, and sing, And cast dull Care behind us.

Love, thy godhead I adore, Source of gen'rous passion: Nor will we ever bow before Those idols, Wealth or Fashion. Bring the flask, &c.

Why the plague shou'd we be sad, Whilst on earth we moulder; Rich, or poor, or grave, or mad, We ev'ry day grow older. Bring the flask, &c.

Friendship! O thy smile's divine, Bright in ev'ry feature; What but friendship, love, and wine, Can make us happy creatures. Bring the flask, &c.

Since the time will steal away, Spite of all our sorrow, Let's be blithe and gay to-day, And never mind to-morrow.

Bring the flask, the music bring, Joy shall quickly find us; Sport, and dance, and laugh, and sing, And east dull Care behind us.