Part 4 — SONG FOR PUNCH DRINKERS. AFTER SCHILLER. PUNCH.
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Four be the elements, Here we assemble 'em, Each of man's world And existence an emblem.
Press from the lemon The slow flowing juices— Bitter is life In its lessons and uses.
Bruise the fair sugar lumps— Nature intended Her sweet and severe To be everywhere blended.
Pour the still water— Unwarning by sound, Eternity's ocean Is hemming us round.
Mingle the spirit, The life of the bowl— Man is an earth-clod Unwarmed by a soul!
Drink of the stream Ere its potency goes!— No bath is refreshing Except while it glows!