And now the active rival of glucose!
But still I hear some jaundiced critic say,
Some rigid self-appointed censor morum,
“Why harp upon the pleasures of a day
When freely sweetened was each cup and jorum,
Ere stern controllers had begun to stay
The genial outflow of the fons leporum?
Now sugar’s scarce, and we must do without it,
Why let regretful fancy play about it?”
True, yet it greatly goes against the grain,