(Thomas Moore)

From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 40

I know that Heaven hath sent me here,
To run this mortal lifes career;
The scenes which I have journeyed oer,
Return no more  alas! no more,
And all the path Ive yet to go,
I neither know nor ask to know
Away, then, wizard Care, not think
Thy fetters round this soul to link;
Never can heart that feels with me
Descend to be a slave to thee!
And oh! before the vital thrill,
Which trembles at my heart, is still,
Ill gather Joys luxuriant flowers,
And gild with bliss my fading hours;
Bacchus shall bid my winter bloom,
And Venus dance me to the tomb!

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