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THE FATAL PLEDGE.
"Pledge me with wine," the maiden cried,
Her tones were gay and light;
"From others you have turned aside,
I claim your pledge to-night."
Her tones were gay and light;
"From others you have turned aside,
I claim your pledge to-night."
The blood rushed to the young man's cheek
Then left it deadly pale;
Beneath the witchery of her smile
He felt his courage fail.
Then left it deadly pale;
Beneath the witchery of her smile
He felt his courage fail.
For many years he'd been a slave
To the enchanting bowl,
Until he grasped with eager hands
The reins of self-control;
To the enchanting bowl,
Until he grasped with eager hands
The reins of self-control;
And struggled with his hated thrall,
Until he rent his chain,
And strove to stand erect and free,
And be a man again.
Until he rent his chain,
And strove to stand erect and free,
And be a man again.
When others came with tempting words
He coldly turned aside,
But she who held the sparkling cup
Was his affianced bride;
He coldly turned aside,
But she who held the sparkling cup
Was his affianced bride;
And like a vision of delight,
Bright, beautiful and fair,
With thoughtless words she wove for him
The meshes of despair.
Bright, beautiful and fair,
With thoughtless words she wove for him
The meshes of despair.
