Song of Indulgence, Op. 16

Melodious sounds that make up poetry
Arrange yourself in musical harmony
Soothe the fervent, tether the moral
From within sings the angelic choral:

"Today's to be a day of pleasure
Day of lax, limping leisure
For every day, every week we spent
One feast, one fest was intent't "

Fill the cups with godly wine
With haste exclaim: 'Tis for mine!
But awaits the band, awaits the table
Let none man work, who enjoy is able

"Today's to be a day of pleasure
Day of lax, limping leisure
Surely not every day of week
Should we for toil, work seek"

So fails the day and falls the cloak
As reels the waltz, and falls the folk
From me much admiration they inspire
As star-gazing from ground we suspire

"Today a day of pleasure
Day of lax, limping leisure
Rare such day, so rare even the week
When gods themselves - arrive at banquet!