TOUCH NOT THE TEMPTING CUP.
Touch not the tempting cup, my boy,
Touch not the sparkling wine;
Praise not the pleasure of the bowl,
The glories of the wine.
The bloated face, the bloodshot eye,
Shall let you know the reason why. Touch not the tempting cup, my boy,
Beer, brandy, wine or gin;
Let topers praise their foolish ways,
Who make a mock at sin.
The drunkard's wild, delirious cry,
Shall let you know the reason why. Touch not the tempting cup, my boy,
Though urged by friend, or foe;
Dare when the tempter urges most,
To firmly answer, No!
The joyous angels from on high,
Will glory in your brave reply. Touch not the tempting cup, my boy,
In righteousness be brave;
Take not the FIRST—a single step,
Toward the drunkard's grave.
The widow's tears, and orphan's sigh,
Shall let you know the reason why.
—Sel.