Song

Oh! touch it not for deep within,
That ruby tinted bowl,
Lie hidden fiends of guilt and sin,
To seize your precious soul.


That sparkling glass if you partake,
Will prove your deadly foe,
And may, e'er yet its bubbles break,
Have sealed your endless wo.


Then pause e'er yet the cup you drain,
The hand that lifts it, stay,
Resolve for ever to abstain,
And cast the bowl away.