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I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels--twice descending
Reimbursed my store--
Burglar! Banker--Father!
I am poor once more!
1858 |
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see--
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
1860 |
I taste a liquor never brewed--
From Tankards scooped in Pearl--
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of Air--am I--
And Debauchee of Dew--
Reeling--thro endless summer days--
From inns of Molten Blue--
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door--
When Butterflies--renounce their "drams"--
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats--
And Saints--to windows run--
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the--Sun--
1861 |
