(thing) by eav Fri Aug 03 2001 at 15:57:25
by F.R. Higgins

For what this house affords us,
Come, praise the brewer most -
Who caught into a bottle
The barley`s gentle ghost
Until our parching throttles
In silence we employ
Like geese that drink a mouthful
Then stretch their necks with joy!

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