194 TMIRTY-FIVE YEARS IN THE EAST, 



XI. 



A little generous wine makes glad the heart ; 



Unbends the mind o'er which dull sorrov/ reigns : 

 Lightens sad melancholy of its smart, 



And makes infirmity forget its pains ; 

 Invigorates the blood ; perforntis its part 



In quickening circulation through the veins ; 

 It prompts digestion, and the stomach braces, 

 Languor dispels, depression, too, displaces. 



XII. 



If you a recipe for Death require — 



Drink, when o'ertieated, ice-cold water ; 



The effect of which, when freely you perspire. 

 Is, to produce of health a complete slaughter : 



5hould this not fully act to your desire, 

 It will to comfort leave but little quarter ; 



And a consuming, slow, yet sure decay, 



Will take, midst sufferings, life, at length, away. 



XIII. 



But above all things, let us never fail 

 To seek the freshest and the purest air ; 



The richest blessing in the world's vast pale, 

 Either for peasants, courtiers, or the fair ; 



Without it, all creation would grow stale, 

 And Death usurp dominion everywhere ; 



All animated nature through its aid 



Is vivified, and from destruction stayed : 



XIV. 



'Tis the balsamic stay of human life, 



Increasing strength, and general health bestowing ; 

 All those who slight it, set themselves at strife 



With the Creator's aim, with good o'erflowing 

 Enjoy the bracing air when Spring is rife 



With balmy odors, gentle zephyr's blowing ; 

 They are rich stores of nature's vital wealth, 

 Producing length of days and perfect health. 



