St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast, br The water-pots poured wine in such amount br That by his sober count br There were a hundred gallons at the least. br br It made no earthly sense, unless to show br How whatsoever love elects to bless br Brims to a sweet excess br That can without depletion overflow. br br Which is to say that what love sees is true; br That this world's fullness is not made but found. br Life hungers to abound br And pour its plenty out for such as you. br br Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine, br I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter. br May you not lack for water, br And may that water smack of Cana's wine.