MY father was a dreadful bore, A good-for-nothing dandy; But I'm a mighty Emperor, And love a bumper of brandy. These glorious draughts all others surpass In this, their magical power: As soon as I have drain'd my glass, All China bursts into flower. The Middle Kingdom bursts into life, A blossoming meadow seeming; A man I wellnigh become, and my wife Soon gives me signs of teeming. On every side abundance reigns, The sick no longer need potions; Confucius, Court-philosopher, gains Distinct and positive notions. The ryebread the soldiers used to eat Of almond cakes is made now; The very vagabonds in the street In silk and satin parade now. The knightly Order of Mandarins, Those weak old invalids, daily Are gaining strength and filling their skins, And shaking their pigtails gaily. The great pagoda, faith's symbol prized, Is ready for those who're believing; The last of the Jews are here baptized, The Dragon's order receiving. The noble Manchoos exclaim, when freed From the presence of revolution: "The bastinado is all that we need, "We want no constitution!" The pupils of AEsculapius perhaps May tell me that drink's dissipation; But I continue to drink my Schnaps, To benefit the nation. And so in drinking I persevere; It tastes like very manna! My people are happy, and drink their beer, And join in shouting Hosanna! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: INSCRIPTION FOR A PORTRAIT OF DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BATTLEFIELD by EMILY DICKINSON THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |