SONG OF THE GOBLET.
I have heard the bosom all warm and rife
With friendship, offer up
Its faith in heaven, its hope on earth,
With the name it breathed in the cup!
And I was proud to seal the bond
Of the truly great and the firmly fond.
With friendship, offer up
Its faith in heaven, its hope on earth,
With the name it breathed in the cup!
And I was proud to seal the bond
Of the truly great and the firmly fond.
I have served to raise the shivering form
That sunk in the driving gale;
I have fann'd the flame that famine and storm
Had done their worst to pale.
The stagnant vein has been curdled and cold
As the marble's icy streak;
But I have come, and the tide hath roll'd
Right on to the heart and cheek;
And bursting words from a grateful breast
Have told the golden Goblet was blest.
That sunk in the driving gale;
I have fann'd the flame that famine and storm
Had done their worst to pale.
The stagnant vein has been curdled and cold
As the marble's icy streak;
But I have come, and the tide hath roll'd
Right on to the heart and cheek;
And bursting words from a grateful breast
Have told the golden Goblet was blest.
Oh! Heaven forbid that bar or ban
Should be thrown on the draught I bear;
But woful it is that senseless man
Will brand me with sin and despair.
Use me wisely, and I will lend
A joy ye may cherish and praise;
But love me too well, and my potion shall send
A burning blight on your days.
This is the strain I sing as ye fill—
"Beware! the Goblet can cheer or kill."
Should be thrown on the draught I bear;
But woful it is that senseless man
Will brand me with sin and despair.
Use me wisely, and I will lend
A joy ye may cherish and praise;
But love me too well, and my potion shall send
A burning blight on your days.
This is the strain I sing as ye fill—
"Beware! the Goblet can cheer or kill."
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