by John Cunningham
'T IS in view — (the rich blessing kind nature bestow'd,
To conquer our sorrows, or lighten the load)
A full Flask! — the rich nectar this bottle contains
In a flood of fresh rapture shall roll through our veins.
Let it bleed — and carousing this liquor divine,
Sing an hymn to the god that first cultur'd the vine.
Last updated January 14, 2019