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Fold their weary arms to sleep,
Come, let us our vigil keep.

Fellows, join, and never fear;
Ye who would be happy, hear.
With the sober and the meek,
Lighter flies the passing week?
In his dwelling warm and sleek,
Brighter smiles the rich man's cheek?
Wiser things may wise men say,
But we are wiser far than they.

Come, light spirits, light and free,
Wisest they who foolish be.
He who hammers at the pot,
He who brews for every sot,
He who made my hose and coat,
Is a better man I wot;
Yet were we form'd, events declare,
He to work and I to wear.

Mistress of the misty shroud,
O, lovely moon! come from thy cloud.
When thou o'erlook'st the ocean's brine,
Ourselves we view in floods of wine.
Our constancy resembles thine;
Like thee in borrowed robes we shine;
Then let us, in thy kindred light,
Still wake, the rulers of the night.