Poem by Thomas Moore

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 21

Observe when mother earth is dry,
She drinks the droppings of the sky;
And then the dewy cordial gives
To every thirsty plant that lives.
The vapours, which at evening weep,
Are beverage to the swelling deep;
And when the rosy sun appears,
He drinks the ocean’s misty tears.
The moon too quaffs her paly stream
Of lustre, from the solar beam.
Then, hence with all your sober thinking!
Since Nature’s holy law is drinking;
I’ll make the laws of nature mine.
And pledge the universe in wine.

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