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ONE GLASS MORE.
Stay, mortal, stay! nor heedless thou
Thy sure destruction seal,
Within that cup there lurks a curse
Which all who drink shall feel.
Disease and death, for ever nigh,
Stand ready at the door,
And eager wait to hear the cry
Of—“Give me one glass more.”
Go, view the prisoners’ gloomy cells,
Their sin and misery scan;
Gaze! gaze! upon these earthly hells.
In drink their woes began.
Of yonder children, bathed in tears,
Ask, why is mother poor?
They’ll whisper in thy startled ears—
’Twas father’s “one glass more."
Stay, mortal, stay? repent, return!
Reflect upon thy fate;
The poisonous draught for ever spurn,
Spurn, spurn it—ere too late.
Oh, fly the horrid ale-house then,
Nor linger at the door,
Lest thou perchance shouldst sip again
The treacherous “one glass more."
Trust not to thy deceitful heart,
The Saviour’s grace implore!
Through him from every sin depart,
And touch that glass no more.
