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TEMPERANCE SONG.
Let the Sun be thy nectar!
Drink deep of its beams;
Let the greensward of nature
Thy banquet hall be!
Fill thy spirit with sunlight,—
'Tis richer than streams
Of the wine-flowing goblet,
And better for thee!—
Drink deep of its beams;
Let the greensward of nature
Thy banquet hall be!
Fill thy spirit with sunlight,—
'Tis richer than streams
Of the wine-flowing goblet,
And better for thee!—
Let the Sun be thy nectar;
'Tis next to divine!
Where's a vintage more golden
To gladden thine eyes?
What's the charm of the goblet,
The grace of the vine,
Compared to a banquet
Thus brought from the skies?
'Tis next to divine!
Where's a vintage more golden
To gladden thine eyes?
What's the charm of the goblet,
The grace of the vine,
Compared to a banquet
Thus brought from the skies?
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Oh! air of the mountain!
Best wine of the world!—
Enrich'd with the sweetness
Of nature alone,—
I drink of thy spirit,
With sun-gems impearl'd;
And challenge Man's vintage
To equal thine own!
Best wine of the world!—
Enrich'd with the sweetness
Of nature alone,—
I drink of thy spirit,
With sun-gems impearl'd;
And challenge Man's vintage
To equal thine own!
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