I Have Sipped, With Drooping Lashes, Dreamy Draughts Of Verzenay; I Have Flourished Brandy-Smashes In The Wildest Sort Of Way; I Have Joked With "Tom And Jerry" Till Wee Hours Ayont The Twal' - But I've Found My Tea The Very Safest Tipple Of Them All! 'Tis A Mystical Potation That Exceeds In Warmth Of Glow And Divine Exhilaration All The Drugs Of Long Ago - All Of Old Magicians' Potions - Of Medea'S Filtered Spells - Or Of Fabled Isles And Oceans Where The Lotos-Eater Dwells! Though I've Reveled O'Er Late Lunches With Blas' Dramatic Stars, And Absorbed Their Wit And Punches And The Fumes Of Their Cigars - Drank In The Latest Story, With A Cock-Tail Either End, - I Have Drained A Deeper Glory In A Cup Of Tea, My Friend. Green, Black, Moyune, Formosa, Congou, Amboy, Pingsuey - No Odds The Name It Knows - Ah! Fill A Cup Of It For Me! And, As I Clink My China Against Your Goblet'S Brim, My Tea In Steam Shall Twine A Fragrant Laurel Round Its Rim.