PRAISE OF WATER.
Many sing in praise of Wine,
Many toast the bounteous Vine;
But I will sing in praise of Water,
Earth’s fairest, best, and sweetest daughter.
Many love the grape to sip,
Carrying goblets to the lip;
But I will rather seek the spring,
Its pure delights will rather sing.
Wine will cheer, but also steep
Senses in a troubled sleep;
Water ever thirst assuages,
Cooling us when fever rages.
Wine, like man its maker, flows,
Joy mixt up with many woes;
So water, made by “Him above,”
For ever flows a stream of love.
