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ODES AND SONGS. |
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My path henceforth is plain,
In honesty to live— To shun intemperance and its train,
By industry to thrive ; No duty to forget,
And live to bless the day When I was led without regret,
To cast the bowl away !
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12 ODE.
WATER !—OH ! WATER FOR ME.
O
H ! water for me—bright water for me ! And wine for the tremulous debauchee! It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain, It maketh the faint one strong again ; It comes o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea : All freshness, like infant purity. Oh water, bright water, for me, for me! Give wine, give wine to the debauchee !
Fill to the brim ! fill, fill to the brim ! Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim : For my hand is steady, my eye is true, For I, like the flowers, drink naught but dew. Oh! water, bright water's a mine of wealth, And the ores it yieldeth are vigour and health. So water, pure water for mc, for me! And wine for the tremulous debauchee!
Fill again to the brim—again to the brim ! For water strengthens life and limb : To the days of the aged it addeth length, To the might of the strong it addeth strength ; It freshens the heart it brightens the sight— 'Tis like quaffing a goblet of morning light. So water, I'll drink naught but thee, Thou parent of health and energy !
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