We meet neath the sounding rafter,And the walls around are bare;As they shout back our peals of laughterIt seems that the dead are there.Ho! stand to your glasses steady!'T is all we have left to prize.A cup to the dead already,—Hurrah for the next that dies!
The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919); alternately attributed to Alfred Domett.
Who dreads to the dust returning?Who shrinks from the sable shore,Where the high and haughty yearningOf the soul can sting no more?Bartholomew Dowling
Ho! stand to your glasses steady! 'Tis all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next that dies.Bartholomew Dowling