Wine Day

A wine day’s a fine day
For he who drinks a think,
And he who acts upon a fact
Will many troubles sink.

When judgment’s true he will come through
With speakings at the brim,
And toss on down without a frown
His thinking drink for him.

The grapes of wrath are grapes of joy
When evil’s throat you throttle;
So face your foe to his annoy
And grasp your thought-filled bottle.

Then pour out true the think for you
Into the glass of linking,
And with sharp mind to life assigned
Let drunkard vice go sinking!

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