<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Drink</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had spent the night in the watch-house -- <br>My head was the size of three -- <br>So I went and asked the chemist <br>To fix up a drink for me; <br>And he brewed it from various bottles <br>With soda and plenty of ice, <br>With something that smelt like lemon, <br>And something that seemed like spice. <br>It fell on my parching palate <br>Like the dew on a sunbaked plain, <br>And my system began to flourish <br>Like the grass in the soft spring rain; <br>It wandered throughout my being, <br>Suffusing my soul with rest, <br>And I felt as I &quot;scoffed&quot; that liquid <br>That life had a new-found zest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been on the razzle-dazzle <br>Full many a time since then <br>But I never could get the chemist <br>To brew me that drink again. <br>He says he's forgotten the notion -- <br>'Twas only by chance it came -- <br>He's tried me with various liquids <br>But oh! they are not the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have sought, but we sought it vainly, <br>That one lost drink divine; <br>We have sampled his various bottles, <br>But somehow they don't combine: <br>Yet I know when I cross the River <br>And stand on the Golden Shore <br>I shall meet with an angel chemist <br>To brew me that drink once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344115" data-title="The Lost Drink de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="I had spent the night in the watch-house -- My head was the size of three -- So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice, With something that smelt like lemon, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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