XLIII.

So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.

This quatrain owes its origin to C. 256.[53]

In the circle of the firmament, whose depths are invisible, There is a cup which, in due time, they will cause all to drink; When thy turn comes, do not utter lamentations, Drink wine gaily for it has come to be thy turn.

_Ref._: C. 256, L. 408, B. 404, B. ii. 273.--W. 254, V. 431.