Fill the bumper fair! br Every drop we sprinkle br O'er the brow of Care br Smooths away a wrinkle. br Wit's electric flame br Ne'er so swiftly passes, br As when through the frame br It shoots from brimming glasses. br Fill the bumper fair! br Every drop we sprinkle br O'er the brow of Care br Smooths away a wrinkle. br br Sages can, they say, br Grasp the lightning's pinions, br And bring down its ray br From the starr'd dominions: br So we, Sages, sit, br And, 'mid bumpers brightening, br From the Heaven of Wit br Draw down all its lightning. br Fill the bumper, etc. br br Wouldst thou know what first br Made our souls inherit br This ennobling thirst br For wine's celestial spirit? br It chanced, upon that day, br When, as bards inform us, br Prometheus stole away br The living fires that warm us: br Fill the bumper etc. br br The careless Youth, when up br To Glory's fount aspiring, br Took nor urn nor cup br To hide the pilfer'd fire in. -- br But oh, his joy, when, round br The halls of heaven spying, br Among the stars he found, br The bowl of Bacchus lying! br Fill the bumper, etc. br br Some drops were in that bowl, br Remains of last night's pleasure, br With which the Sparks of Soul br Mix'd their burning treasure. br Hence the goblet's shower br Hath such spells to win us; br Hence its mighty power br O'er that flame within us. br Fill the bumper fair! br Every drop we sprinkle br O'er the brow of Care br Smooths away a wrinkle.