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Fair be the garden where their loves may dwell, / Safe be the highway where their feet may go; / Rich be the meadows where their hands may toil, / The fountains many where the good wines flow; / Full be their harvest bins with corn and oil, / And quick their hearts all wise delights to know; / To sorrow may their humour be a foil, / Tardy their footsteps to the gate Farewell.
Deep be your cups. Our hearts the gods make light: / Drink, that their joy may never know good-night!