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We meet neath the sounding rafter,And the walls all around are bare;As they shout back our peals of laughterIt seems that the dead are there.Then stand to your glasses, steady!We drink in our comrades eyes:One cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Not here are the goblets glowing,Not here is the vintage sweet;Tis cold as our hearts are growing,And dark as the doom we meet.But stand to your glasses, steady!And soon shall our pulses rise:A cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Theres many a hand thats shaking,And many a cheek thats sunk;But soon, though our hearts are breaking,Theyll burn with the wine weve drunk.Then stand to your glasses, steady!Tis here the revival lies:Quaff a cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies. Time was when we laughed at others;We thought we were wiser then;Ha! Ha! Let them think of their mothers,Who hope to see them again.No! stand to your glasses, steady!The thoughtless is here the wise:One cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Not a sigh for the lot that darkles,Not a tear for the friends that sink-,Well fall, midst the wine-cups sparkles,As mute as the wine we drink.Come, stand to your glasses, steadyl!Tis this that the respite buys:A cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Theres a mist on the glass congealing,Tis the hurricanes sultry breath;And thus does the warmth of feelingTurn ice in the grasp of Death.But stand to your glasses, steady!For a moment the vapor flies:Quaff a cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Who dreads to the dust returning?Who shrinks from the sable shore,Where the high and haughty yearningOf the soul can sting no more?No, stand to your glasses, steady!The world is a world of lies:A cup to the dead already-And hurrah for the next that dies! Cut off from the land that bore us,Betrayed by the land we find,When the brightest have gone before us,And the dullest are most behind-Stand, stand to your glasses, steady!Tis all we have left to prize:One cup to the dead already-Hurrah for the next that dies! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 07:55:08 +0000

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