Ode To Coffee By William A. Price
Oh, thou most fragrant, aromatic joy, impugned,
abused, and often stormed against,
And yet containing all the blissfulness that in
a tiny cup could be condensed!
Give thy contemners calm, imperial scorn
For thou wilt reign through ages yet unborn!
Some ancient Arab, so the legend tells, first
found there may his memory be blest!
The worldwide sign of brotherhood today, the
binding tie between the East and West!
Good coffee pleases in a Persian dell,
And Blackfeet Indians make it more than well.
The lonely traveller in the desert range, if thou
art with him, smiles at eventideThe sailor, as thy perfume bubbles forth, laughs
at the ocean as it rages wide
And where the camps of fighting men are found
Thy fragrance hovers over each battleground.
Use, not abuse, the good things of this life
that is a motto from the Prophets days,
And, dealing with thee thus, we neer shall
come to troublous times or parting of the...