Ere yet we slumber seek,
Blest Queen of Song, descend!
Thy shell can sweetest speak
Good night to guest and friends.
'Tis pain, 'tis pain to part
For e'en one fleeting night;
But Music's matchless art
Can turn it to delight.

How sweet the farewell glass,
When Music gives it zest!
How sweet their dreams who pass
From harmony to rest!
Dark thoughts that scare repose,
At Music's voice give place;
And Fancy lends her rose,
Sleeps poppy wreath to grace.