A Toast to Stephen Foster
I thought about posting a few lines from a song that I often sing. It was written long ago (mid 19th century) by Stephen Foster.
Oh! Comrades, fill no glass for me
To drown my soul in liquid flame,
For if I drank, the toast should be
To blighted fortune health and fame
Yet, though I long to quell the strife,
The passion holds against my life
Still, boon companions may ye be,
But comrades, fill no glass for me.
posted by Hugh @ 6:59 AM
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