1. In the early morn of youthful glee,
Pour in the goblet's bliss for me;

2. While yet my soul the feast prolongs,
Quaff from the palm-wine fresh and strong.

3. Give me the cup where friendship glows,
With drafts that cheer life's weary close;

4. But when thou fill'st the generous bowl,
Let reason ride the helm of soul.

5. Nor launch my reckless bark alone
On passion's wave with rashness strown.