zee_qee
14-04-2000, 11:20 AM
Bring Flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
To wreath the cup ere the wine is poured ;
Bring flowers ! they are springing in the wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
To deck hall where the bright wine flowers.
Bring flowers to strew in the qonqueror's path,
He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath!
He comes with the spoils of nations back,
The vines lie crushed in his chariot's track,
The turf looks red where he won the day;
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror's way.
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell;
They have takes of yhe joyous woods to tell,
Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky,
And the bright world shut from his languid eye;
They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,
And a dream of his youth - Bring him flowers, wild flowers !
To be continued...............
To wreath the cup ere the wine is poured ;
Bring flowers ! they are springing in the wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
To deck hall where the bright wine flowers.
Bring flowers to strew in the qonqueror's path,
He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath!
He comes with the spoils of nations back,
The vines lie crushed in his chariot's track,
The turf looks red where he won the day;
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror's way.
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell;
They have takes of yhe joyous woods to tell,
Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky,
And the bright world shut from his languid eye;
They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,
And a dream of his youth - Bring him flowers, wild flowers !
To be continued...............