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Coffee ! oh, Coffee ! Faith, it is surprising, 



Mid all the poets, good and bad and worse, 

 Who ve scribbled (Hock or Chian eulogizing) 



Post and papyrus with immortal verse, 1 

 Melodiously similitudinizing 



In Sapphics languid, or Alcaics terse, 

 No one, my little brown Arabian berry, 



Hath sung thy praises, tis surprising, very ! &quot; 



Is not the very name, COFFEE, suggestive 

 of aromatic odors? Is it not, indeed, the 

 fragrant incense we proffer at the shrine 

 of the social hearth, the delicious libation 

 which w r e pour on the altar of friendship \ Talk 

 of the famed Falernian wine of the ancients, or the nectar 



and ambrosia of the gods ; what were they to a delectable 

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