The spirit that is pure from the pollution of earth
Has come as your guest from the pure abode
Give thou from the wine in the morning draught (O) drunkard
Ere it (spirit) says, May God grant abstinence


P 516

The face, that is wholly pure from soil and fray,
Was ever but newly come in this world of clay:
Give wine, then, O thou with the morning-draught that mat'st,
Or ever "God prosper thine eventide!" they say.

Th 796

The pure face, that from soiling is quite free,
A new-come guest in this dust world must be.
Give wine! thou co-mate of the morning draught
Ere they say "Eventide God bless to thee!"

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