To The Publisher

Here's looking at you, dear! though I should pour A sea of wine, my eyes would thirst for more.

Here's to the Dove of Peace! May she find a mate some day, And may her tribe increase As fast as she can lay!

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With cooing doves galore Then may the sky be dark Until the Dogs of War Can't see each other bark!

Here's to the Clock! Whose hands, we pray heaven, When we come home at three, Have stopped at eleven!