A dinner party, coffee, tea,
Sandwich or supper, all may be
In their way pleasant, but to me
Not one of these deserves the praise
That welcomer of new-born days,
A breakfast, merits; ever giving
Cheerful notice we are living.
Sandwich or supper, all may be
In their way pleasant, but to me
Not one of these deserves the praise
That welcomer of new-born days,
A breakfast, merits; ever giving
Cheerful notice we are living.
from "Breakfast", by Mary Lamb
