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 DRINK, FRIENDS.

Drink, friends!&mdash;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: