A Toast by Bliss Carman — Read

Here's a health to thee, Roberts, / And here's a health to me; / And here's to all the pretty girls / From Denver to the sea!

Here's to mine and here's to thine! / Now's the time to clink it! / Here's a flagon of old wine, / And here are we to drink it.

Wine that maketh glad the heart / Of the bully boy! / Here's the toast that we love most, / "Love and song and joy!"

Song that is the flower of love, / And joy that is the fruit! / Here's the love of woman, lad, / And here's our love to boot!

You and I are far too wise / Not to fill our glasses. / Here's to me and here's to thee, / And here's to all the lasses!