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So When That Angel Of The Darker Drink, At Last Shall Find You By The River-brink, And, Offering His Cup, Invite Your Soul Forth To Your Lips To Quaff-you Shall Not Shrink.

The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

Myself When Young Did Eagerly Frequent Doctor And Saint, And Heard Great Argument About It And About: But Evermore Came Out By The Same Door As In I Went.

Be Happy For This Moment. This Moment Is Your Life.