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    Thou born to sip the lake or spring,<br />
    Or quaff the waters of the stream,<br />
    Why hither come on vagrant wing?--<br />
    Does Bacchus tempting seem--<br />
    Did he, for you, the glass prepare?--<br />
    Will I admit you to a share?<br />
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    Did storms harrass or foes perplex,<br />
    Did wasps or king-birds bring dismay--<br />
    Did wars distress, or labours vex,<br />
    Or did you miss your way?--<br />
    A better seat you could not take<br />
    Than on the margin of this lake.<br />
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    Welcome!--I hail you to my glass:<br />
    All welcome, here, you find;<br />
    Here let the cloud of trouble pass,<br />
    Here, be all care resigned.--<br />
    This fluid never fails to please,<br />
    And drown the griefs of men or bees.<br />
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    What forced you here, we cannot know,<br />
    And you will scarcely tell--<br />
    But cheery we would have you go <br />
    And bid a glad farewell:<br />
    On lighter wings we bid you fly,<br />
    Your dart will now all foes defy.<br />
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    Yet take not oh! too deep a drink,<br />
    And in the ocean die;<br />
    Here bigger bees than you might sink,<br />
    Even bees full six feet high.<br />
    Like Pharaoh, then, you would be said<br />
    To perish in a sea of red.<br />
    <br />
    Do as you please, your will is mine;<br />
    Enjoy it without fear--<br />
    And your grave will be this glass of wine,<br />
    Your epitaph--a tear--<br />
    Go, take your seat in Charon's boat,<br />
    We'll tell the hive, you died afloat.
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