Classic Poem

Why doth the bottle stand, boys?
Let the glass run silent round!
Wine should go,
As the blood doth flow,
Its course, without pause or sound.
Scorn not Wine!—Truth divine
And Courage dwell with noble Wine.

Send round the bottle quick, boys!
No reason ask, nor pause!
Wine should run
Like a circling sun,
By its own unquestioned laws.
Scorn not Wine! &c.

Fill to the beaded brims, boys,
Let each glass, like a king, be crown'd!
Drink—“Joy, and Wealth,
And a mighty Health,
To Ourselves and the world around!”
Scorn not Wine! &c.