Ode for a Social Meeting
By Oliver Wendell Holmes
WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEE-TOTALER
1857Come! fill a fresh bumper,--for why should we go logwood While the
nectarstill reddens our cups as they flow? decoction Pour out the rich juicesstill bright with the sun, dye-stuff Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubiesshall run. half-ripened apples The purple-globed clusterstheir life-dews have bled; taste sugar of lead. How sweet is the breathof the fragrance they shed!rank poisons wines!!! For summer's last roseslie hid in the winesstable-boys smoking long-nines. That were garnered by maidens who laughed thro' the vines.scowl howl scoff sneer, Then a smile, and a glass, and a toast, and a cheer, strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer! For all the good wine, and we've some of it here!In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall, Down, down, with the tyrant that masters us all! Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all!
[See The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 2]