 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
TO AN INEBRIATE.
The price of kingdoms was the pearl
A queen dissolved in wine,
But thou art wasting in the cup
A gem of ray divine.
The deed of Egypt's daughter proud
Is foolish styled alone,
But thou art perpetrating crime
That fiends should blush to own.
A queen dissolved in wine,
But thou art wasting in the cup
A gem of ray divine.
The deed of Egypt's daughter proud
Is foolish styled alone,
But thou art perpetrating crime
That fiends should blush to own.
God's glorious gift—the deathless soul,
Is lightly held by thee;
The brand of SLAVE is on thy brow,
Poor wretch! misnomer'd FREE.
Oh! wake thee from thy trance of sin,
And knock at mercy's door—
Dash down! dash down that hell-drugged bowl
And be a man once more.
Is lightly held by thee;
The brand of SLAVE is on thy brow,
Poor wretch! misnomer'd FREE.
Oh! wake thee from thy trance of sin,
And knock at mercy's door—
Dash down! dash down that hell-drugged bowl
And be a man once more.
| The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer | |