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THREE brightest blessings of this thirsty race,

(Whence sprung and when I don't propose to trace);

Pale brandy, potent spirit of the night,

Brisk soda, welcome when the morn is bright;

To make the third, combine the other two,

The force of nature can no further go.

THREE viands in three different courses served,

Received the commendation they deserved.

The first in succulence all else surpassed;

The next in flavor; and in both, the last.

For Nature's forces could no further go;

To make the third, she joined the other two.