My favorite German Poems

The brimful goblet crown with wines,

And drink the cordial juice,

Europe itself can’t boast such vines

As these bless’d hills produce.

Yes, Germany’s the copious source

Of wines that all excel;

So mild, so generous, full of force,

None cheer the heart so well.

Rhingau alone such grapes can boast,

Huzza! here’s to the Rhine!

And may the wretch, who slights the toast,

Forget the taste of wine.

Come, drink about, and let’s be gay,

[71]With nectar so divine,

Is any man to grief a prey?

We’ll comfort him with wine.