Praise the generous gods for giving

 

   In a world of wrath and strife

 

With a little time for living,

 

   Unto all the joy of life.

 

At whatever source we drink it,

 

   Art or love or faith or wine,

 

In whatever terms we think it,

 

   It is common and divine.

 

Praise the high gods, for in giving

 

   This to man, and this alone,

 

They have made his chance of living

 

   Shine the equal of their own.