Classic Poem

Thou sacred liquour of nectarous taste,
O Coffee! thou whose fame shall last
While o'er thy glowing charms we smile,
And bless the product of thy parent soil;
When spleen and all its direful train
Despotick vex my tortur'd brain,
Thy presence makes the bold usurpers fly,
Leaving my peaceful soul possess'd of calm serenity.

Charm'd with thy scent, and by thy help reviv'd,
When of my reason I'm deprived
By the prevailing charms of wine,
Or glorious Punch, as equally divine,
Thy healing virtues soon destroy
Whatever can my sense annoy.
But who, Ah! who can tell how those are blest
Who share the pleasures thou bestow'st to crown a plenteous feast.