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i

g

I

Friend of

mysoul.

this goblet

sip~—-.

’Twill

chase

away

the

pensive tear;

’Tis

not

as

sweet

as

woman’a lip.

But.

O!

’tis more sincere.

Then

to this

flowing bowl

did

I

adjourn.

My

lip

the

secret

well

of

life

to learn;

And

lip

to

lip it murrnur’d—

“While

you live.

Drink!—“for once

dead.

you never shall

return.”

—Omar

Khayyam.

\/Vhile we live let

us

live in clover.

For

when we’re

dead

we’re

dead

all over.

“Happy

days.”

“Set

’e1n

up

again.”

IF

I

SHOULD DIE.

.

If

I

should

die

tonight

:

And

you should

come to

my

cold

corpse and say.

VVeeping and

heartsick

o’er my

lifeless

clay.—

And

you should

come

in

deepest

grief

and

woe—

And

say.

“Here’s

that

ten

dollars

that

I

owe.”

I

might arise in my large.

white cravaL

And

say.

“What’s

that?”