Save me from the grave and wise

Beethoven, Ludwig van

Save me from the grave and wise,

For vainly would I tax my spirit,

Be the thing that I despise,

And rival all their stupid merit.

On! My careless laughing heart,

O dearest Fancy let my find thee,

Let me but from sorrow part,

And leave this moping world behind me.

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Speak ye wiser than the wise,

Breathe aloud your welcome measure,

Youthful Fancy well can prize

The words that counsel love and pleasure.

Is it merry look, or speech,

Or bounding step that thus displeases?

Go and graver movements teach

To yon light goss'mer on the breezes:

Go where breathes the opening spring,

And chide the flowers for gaily blowing,

Tell the linnet not to sing

In jocund May, when noon is glowing.

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Refrain

Hence with wisdom, dull and drear,

And welcome folly at a venture:

Cease my song, a sound I hear,

The planxty comes, the dancers enter.

In yon throng, if I should see

Some gallant, giddy, gay adviser,

Who trough life might counsel me,

He indeed might make me wiser.

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