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ODES AND SONGfS. 83
Oh, think if the maiden who smiles in thine eyes, Once saw thy proud mind in this shameful disguise; How her heart would reject thee, how sadly her soul Would pity and leave thee—oh, flee from the bowl.
Oh think, ere the moment of thinking is past, And the chains of the mighty upon thee are cast! Return—ere the iron shall enter thy soul, And thy whole life beside be—a curse on the bowl.
Alfred L. Smith, |
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10 SONG.
THE BUBBLING SPRING.
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F one bright spot there is on earth, More lovely than the rest, One, which fond nature at her birth,
With purest beauty blest; • It is the place where some cool fount
Its crystal waters fling; Where, in the mead, or on the mount, 'Mid rocks and flowers, that hide the fount, Gushes the bubbling spring,
Tell me not of the sparkling bowl,
That glows with red'ning fire; Oh tell not of the joy of soul,
The wine-cup can inspire A brighter glass—a purer joy—
A healthier draught I sing; Nature's own cup without alloy— Pleasure that reason can enjoy—
Health from the bubbling spring.
Then fill the glass with water bright—
The nectar nature gave; Let faithful hearts round this unite,
A bleeding world to save: |
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