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DRINK, FRIENDS.
Drink, friends!—the parting hour draws nigh,
Drink and forget your care,
The sultry summer-noon is high,
Drink, and your strength repair;
The farmer with his toil-brown hands,
The soldier, tired of slaughter,
The camel mid the burning sands,
Drink deep the crystal water.
Our father Sun the example gives,
Our mother Earth also;
He, jocund drinks, above the cloud,
She, thirsting, drinks below:
