O Soul give wine for my heart is full of grief
That wine may burn me pure from the grief of the world
Ho ! give wine for the verdure has sprung from the earth
Ere that my earth becomes invisible


Th 862

I have no mate in this controversy,
My own lament my bosom friend will be;
Though since mine eye is ever filled with tears,
I 'll end my grief before my grief ends me.

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