PREMIÈRE PARTIE. — CHAPITRE XTIII

Ooe cup 10 ihe dead already, Hurrab for ibe next that dies!

Who dreads 10 the dust returniog?

Who shrinks from ihe sable sbore?

Where ibe bigh and baughty ycarning

Of Ibe soûl can stiug no more.

No. — Siand to your glasses steady !

Tbe world is a world of lies.

One cup lo ibe dead already,

Hurrab for the neit tbat dies!

Cut off froQi the land that bore us,

Beirayed by tbe land ^e find !

When tbe brîghtest are gone before us

And the dullest are most befaind.

Stand, SI and to your glasses steady

Tis ail we bave left to prise.

One cup 10 the dead already,

Hurrab for tbe next tbat dies !