By F. J. E. W.
February 8, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 19. Page 1
Shun, oh shun the tempting goblet,
As you would the Simoon’s breath!
There is madness in its contents,
There is wrong, and hate, and Death!
There is woe, and there is horror,
There is Murder in the cup!
O my tempted son, my darling,
I implore you give it up!
By the love you always bore me,
By those gone beyond the skies,
By your hopes of one day going
To the shores of Paradise—
By the prayers I’ve offered for you,
Oh, forsake the syren-drink!
It will drag you to destruction,
Pause, I pray you, pause and think,
Ere the brain and heart is maddened,
Ere is sundered ev’ry link,
For Perdition Now awaits you,
You Are Standing On Its Brink!