Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 59: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 51 The soul from mournful thoughts to keep ; And haste their woes Or anxious throes In sweet oblivion’s bliss to steep. To welcome in the morning, Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we’ll haste away. The Mussulman in festive hour— The midnight robber arm’d to slay— The poet in his mistress’ bower— The trav’ller on his lonely way— Their blessings shed On Bacchus’ head, | And quaff the bow! with laughter gay: The rich—the poor . The god adore, And constant own his potent sway. Br To welcome in the morning, | Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we’ll haste away. In wine and women every ill Originates—so priests declare: But we will drain the goblet still, And then to love a moment spare. Our fervent boast Shall be the toast That tells the praise of woman fair; The brimming bowl Can cheer the soul, And love defy th’ advance of care. - 'To welcome in the morning, Around the board we’ll stay; And when the light is dawning, To bed we'll haste away. «¢ Many a time have I sung that pleasant stave to a host of good fellows,’ observed Belle-Rose, as he brought the strain to a conclusion. ‘“T learnt it from a prince of a companion at the board, and one who was rather famous in his way. He accompanied me to Toulon some time ago—we were reinforced by Ccommicloooks. com