Here's to the floor,
Our best friend of all,
Who sticks to us close
In the time of our fall.
When benches are fickle
And tables betray
And rugs are revolving,
He meets us half-way.
Our stay and support,
When we can't stand alone,
With the floor for a backer,
We'll never be thrown.
Here's to our friend,
In life's every stage!
Dry nurse of infancy,
Wet nurse of age!
_A health_ to our floor!
Supporter and stay;
Though he often be full,
May he never give way!
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_To Music_
Here's to Music,
Joy of joys!
One man's music's
Another man's noise.
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To The Publisher!--Drink!
Let his virtue be shown
In the _Good Works_ of others
If not in his own.