"I
thank Thee, Mighty Lord of all,
With grateful and deep emotion
For creating the Rhine wine on the earth,
And the oysters in the ocean,
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"And
also for bidding the lemons grow
To improve the oysters' flavour.
O Father, grant me to digest
This supper sweet to savour!"
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Rhine
wine can always soften me;
It heals my feuds with others,
And wakens longings in my breast
To love all men as brothers.
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It
drives me abroad to roam through the streets
When I've emptied sufficient glasses;
Soul longs for soul, and spies a mate
In each petticoat that passes.
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At
times like these I melt and yearn—
To be frank my mood is flabby;
Every woman seems a Helen of Troy,
And every cat's a tabby.
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When
I got as far as the Drehbahn street
I saw, where the moon was gleaming,
A nobly proportioned woman's form,
Of most majestic seeming.
