A Potion

How brew the brave drink Life?
Take of the herb hight morning-joy,
Take of the herb hight evening-rest,
Pour in pain lest bliss should cloy,
Shake in sin to give it zest;
Brew them all in the heat of noon,
Cool the broth beneath the moon:
Then down with the brave drink Life!
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