Full Lyrics
Bring the bright garlands hither,
Ere yet a leaf is dying;
If so soon they must wither.
Ours be their last sweet sighing.
Hark, that low dismal chime!
’Tis the dreary voice of Time.
Oh, bring beauty, bring roses,
Bring all that yet is ours;
Let life’s day, as it closes,
Shine to the last thro’ flowers.
Haste, ere the bowl’s declining,
Drink of it now or never;
Now, while Beauty is shining,
Love, or she’s lost for ever.
Hark! again that dull chime,
’Tis the dreary voice of Time.
Oh, if life be a torrent,
Down to oblivion going,
Like this cup be its current,
Bright to the last drop flowing!
