Who would be an angel when,
Clement king of gods and men,
He can soar so grandly, feathered
With thy plumage, O Champagne?
Bottled gladness! thou magician!
Silver-bearded! mist Elysian!
Ecstasy of sun and rain!
Swift and subtle, glad and glorious,
O the wildfire wine of France!
How its atoms frisk and dance,