make it more than well.

The lonely traveler in the desert range, if thou art with him, smiles at
eventide--
The sailor, as thy perfume bubbles forth, laughs at the ocean as it rages
wide--
And where the camps of fighting men are found
Thy fragrance hovers o'er each battleground.

"Use, not abuse, the good things of this life"--that is a motto from the
Prophet's days,
And, dealing with thee thus, we ne'er shall come to troublous times or
parting of the ways.
Comfort and solace both endure with thee,
Rich, royal berry of the coffee tree!

The _New York Tribune_ published in 1915 the following lines by Louis
Untermeyer, which were subsequently included in his "---- _and Other
Poets_."[352]

GILBERT K. CHESTERTON RISES TO THE TOAST OF COFFEE

Strong wine it is a mocker; strong wine it is a beast.
It grips you when it starts to rise; it is the Fabled Yeast.
You should not offer ale or beer from hops that are freshly picked,
Nor even Benedictine to tempt a benedict.
For wine has a spell like the lure of hell, and the devil has mixed the
brew;
And the friends of ale are a sort of pale and weary, witless crew--
And the taste of beer is a sort of a queer and undecided brown--
But, comrades, I give you coffee--drink it up, drink it down.
With a fol-de-rol-dol and a fol-de-rol-dee, etc.

Oh, cocoa's the drink for an elderly don who lives with an elderly niece;
And tea is the drink for studios and loud and violent peace--
And brandy's the drink that spoils the clothes when the bottle breaks in
the trunk;
But coffee's the drink that is drunken by men who will never be drunk.
So, gentlemen, up with the festive cup, where Mocha and Java unite;
It clears the head when things are said too brilliant to be bright!
It keeps the stars from the golden bars and the lips of the tipsy town;
So, here's to strong, black coffee--drink it up, drink it down!
With a fol-de-rol-dol and a fol-de-rol-dee, etc.

The American breakfast cup is celebrated in up-to-date American style in
the following by Helen Rowland in the _New York Evening World_:

WHAT EVERY WIFE KNOWS

Give me a man who drinks good, hot, dark, strong coffee for breakfast!
A man who smokes a good, dark, fat cigar after dinner!
You may marry your milk-faddist, or your anti-coffee crank, as you will!
But I know the magic of the coffee pot!
Let me make my Husband's coffee--and I care not who makes eyes at him!
Give me two matches a day--
One to start the coffee