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"THE CUP THAT CHEERS".
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And thus they gave the cause of death;
The savants as with one accord
Agreed "'twas either want of breath,
Or visitation from the Lord!"
The neighbors whispered "Too much beer!"
But we, more liberal inclined,
Suggest with honesty sincere,
"It might have been all three combined?"




"The Cup that Cheers".
Dear "Lib," I shall not soon forget
The pleasure of that day,
And owe you one delicious debt
I never hope to pay.

To "resurrect" my coffee-pot
Became my chief employ,
And never yet was labor fraught
With more abundant joy.

It seemed to me a cruel age
Since I had heard it boil
With aromatic beverage
That compensated toil.