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WOES OF INTEMPARANCE* |
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4 Enough, enough, if aught remains Of virtue in thy soul; Forsake thy foolish maddening life* And scorn the treacherous bowl.
26 8s.
DRUNKARD'S ADDRESS TO WINE,
1 THOU liquid fire! like that which glowed) For Paul upon Melita's shore, Thou'st been upon my guests bestowed :
But thou shalt warm my house no more: For wheresoe'er thy radiance falls, Forth, from thy heat, a viper crawls!
2 What, though if gold the goblet be
Embossed with branches of the Vine,
Beneath whose burnished leaves we see Such clusters as poured out the wine f
Among those leaves an adder hangs !
I fear him--for I've felt his fangs.
3 The Hebrew, who the desert trod,
And felt the fiery serpent's bite* Looked up to that ordained of* God,
And found that life was in the sight* So, the woRM-bitten's fiery veins Cool, when he drinks what God ordains*
4 Ye gracious clouds ! ye deep cold wells !
Ye gems, from mossy rocks that drip! Springs, that from earth's mysterious cells
Gush o'er ydur granite basin's lip ! To you I look ;—your largess give, And I will drink of you, and livet. |
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