The Festive Evening

Cheerful glows the festive chamber;
In the circle pleasure smiles:
Mounts the flame, like wreaths of amber;
Bright as love, its warmth beguiles.
Glad the heart with joy is lighted;
Hand with hand, in faith, is plighted,
As around the goblet flows.
Fill — fill — fill, and quaff the liquid rose!
Bright it glows —
O! how bright the bosom glows.
Pure as light, our social meeting:
Here no passion dares invade.
Joys we know, not light and fleeting:
Flowers we twine, that never fade.
Ours are links, not time can sever:
Brighter still they glow for ever —
Glow in yon eternal day.
No — no — no, ye will not pass away —
Ye will stay —
Social joys, for ever stay!