Venerable fathers sober,
And venerable mothers dear!
Blessed henceforth are the children
Whose hearts like God’s flock do draw near!
Blessed the cup of thy bounty
And blest thine enchanter’s flutes
The enchantment is not one of dread folly
But of the miracles found in the book
Greet us with every warm tenderness
And meet us with every sad care
Some of us bring of our riches
And others walk ragged and bare
But so long as we look to the Master
Of your house, and their house and mine
We shall never yet fail of his bounty
Love, pour us your oil and your wine!
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