SPARKLING AND BRIGHT.
and bright, in LIQUID light,
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Pure streams al our feet are beaming,
With crystals fair as the evening star, ag
That shines o'er our heads while dreaming.


CHORUS.
Then quatf from the brook, in the craggy nook,
Where JOY and health are meeting;
Nor drown the soul in Bacchus' bowl,


There's death in the hue so cheating!
we find on test, it can't arrest,
Nor of old Time be master;
Though it craze awhile with its madd'ning guile,
1t makes but the sands run faster.


Then quaff from the brook, Sc
Though natures drink can't sorrow sink,
Nor hold our joys departing,
1t clears from pain the weary brain,
Nor leaves behind snarting.
Then quaf from the brook, in the cragsy nook
Where JOY and health are meeting;
Nor drown the soul in Bacchus' bowl,


There's death in the hue so cheating