A serenade at dewy eve--
How grateful to the sense!
Who stays to calculate the cost--
The paltry recompense!
"What cheerful little sprite is this
That carols as he goes?"--
You'll learn, my pretty one! when I
Alight upon your nose!

I would not plead for robbery,
I would not use deceit;
And yet, 'tis plain to candid minds,
Philanthropists must eat!
I dare not taste the juicy grape;
But Nature bids me see
The blood that first was wine in you
May turn to wine in me!

'Tis but a tiny drop--a speck,--
One sip is all I've quaffed!
My plethoric old Wall street friend,
Was it an over draft?
Say rather that you took my stock
To "bear," as oft before,
And now are scratching round to raise
A margin for some more!

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