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    A Draught Of Sunshine

    Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
    Away with old Hock and madeira,
    Too earthly ye are for my sport;
    There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
    Instead of a piriful rummer,
    My wine overbrims a whole summer;
    My bowl is the sky,
    And I drink at my eye,
    Till I feel in the brain
    A Delphian pain -
    Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
    On the green of the hill
    We will drink our fill
    Of golden sunshine,
    Till our brains intertwine
    With the glory and grace of Apollo!
    God of the Meridian,
    And of the East and West,
    To thee my soul is flown,
    And my body is earthward press'd. -
    It is an awful mission,
    A terrible division;
    And leaves a gulph austere
    To be fill'd with worldly fear.
    Aye, when the soul is fled
    To high above our head,
    Affrighted do we gaze
    After its airy maze,
    As doth a mother wild,
    When her young infant child
    Is in an eagle's claws -
    And is not this the cause
    Of madness? - God of Song,
    Thou bearest me along
    Through sights I scarce can bear:
    O let me, let me share
    With the hot lyre and thee,
    The staid Philosophy.
    Temper my lonely hours,
    And let me see thy bowers
    More unalarm'd!
    اللھم صلی علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما صلیت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔
    اللھم بارک علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما بارکت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔

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