"THE CUP THAT CHEERS".
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A sad reflection, is it not,
That one can scarce restrain,
That pleasure, how or where 't is sought,
Is so allied to pain?
That one can scarce restrain,
That pleasure, how or where 't is sought,
Is so allied to pain?
And so, while memory holds the cup
From whence delight I drew,
That hideous night that "used me up,"
Will be remembered, too.
From whence delight I drew,
That hideous night that "used me up,"
Will be remembered, too.
Oh! ghosts of unforgiven crimes!
That dissipating draught,
Ere morning dawned, a thousand times,
I wished I'd never quaffed.
That dissipating draught,
Ere morning dawned, a thousand times,
I wished I'd never quaffed.
I watched the clock, and every stroke
I counted, until two—
And faintly hoped, till daylight broke,
I'd somehow "worry through."
I counted, until two—
And faintly hoped, till daylight broke,
I'd somehow "worry through."
Nobody knows when it begun,
But sleep I must have got,
Because I dreamed the world was one
Tremendous coffee-pot.
But sleep I must have got,
Because I dreamed the world was one
Tremendous coffee-pot.
I thought the mighty ocean wide,
Was one enormous cup
Of fragrant nectar—and I cried
Because I'd drunk it up.
Was one enormous cup
Of fragrant nectar—and I cried
Because I'd drunk it up.
