Classic Poem

There is a potion of forgetfulness
As wonderful as sleep and exquisite,
And he who once hath drunk his full of it
Loses his sometime heart-break and distress;
No Lethe this, yet in its depths no less
Lies Peace. And Life, who brewed this cup with wit,
Hath called it " Labor, " and those men who sit
About his board, drink deep and laugh and bless.
Drink and forget the burden of old sighs;
Drink, and behold, the world is glorious!
This was God's plan; this wondrous gift and glad
He gave to Adam, losing Paradise,
" Behold, I bid you labor! " Yea, and thus
Saved the first man, perchance, from going mad.