Quickly pass the social glass,
Hence with idle sorrow!
No delay---enjoy today,
Think not of tomorrow!
Life at best is but a span,
Let us taste it whilst we can;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!
Childish fears, and sighs and tears
Still to us are strangers;
Why destroy the bud of joy
With ideal dangers?
Let the song of pleasure swell;
Care with us shall never dwell;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!
A Glee
Thomas Love Peacock
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Poem topics: joy, life, never, song, sorrow, today, pleasure, social, destroy, ideal, taste, tomorrow, enjoy, delay, glass, happiness, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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