IN PRAISE OF WATER-DRINKING
(After Duncan Ban McIntyre)
| Wild Wine of
Nature, honey tasted, Ever streaming, never wasted, From long and long and long ago In limpid, cool, life-giving flow Up-bubbling with its cordial bland Even from the thirsty desert sand— O draught to quench man's thirst upon Far sweeter than the cinnamon! Like babes upon their mother's breast, To Earth our craving lips are pressed For her free gift of matchless price, Pure as it poured in Paradise. |