Classic Poem

Joy awakes with the festival morn
When the worthiest of mortals was born.
Let him reign the chief toast of the night,
While we mention his name with delight.
So here's to his health,
Peace, pleasure and wealth
Surrounding, abounding, attend all his days.
Let flatt'rers of state
Toast only the great,
True merit like his has most claim to our praise.

Let his consort next crown the full glass;
Ever cheerfully round let it pass.
By our glad acclamations let's show
What to beauty and virtue we owe.
So here's to her health,
Peace, pleasure and wealth
Surrounding, abounding, attend all her days.
Let flatt'rers of state
Toast only the great,
True merit like hers has most claim to our praise.

Let their progeny next be our toast,
Long to live their delight and their boast,
And immortalize Abdy, a name
Ever dear in the records of fame.
So here's to their health,
Peace, pleasure and wealth
Surrounding, abounding, attend all their days.
Let flatt'rers of state
Toast only the great,
True merit like theirs has most claim to our praise.