Originally Published Monday, December 31, 2012
I thought someone would have commented. For those of you who liked the song. . . .
| POUR wine and dance if Manhood still have pride, | |
| Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; | |
| The cataract smokes upon the mountain side, | |
| Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb. | |
| Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and clarionet | 5 |
| That there be no foot silent in the room | |
| Nor mouth from kissing, nor from wine unwet; | |
| Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb. | |
| In vain, in vain; the cataract still cries | |
| The everlasting taper lights the gloom; | 10 |
| All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes | |
| Our Father Rosicross sleeps in his tomb. |
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