From the Metropolis.
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From the Metropolis.
TAKE THE RUBY WINE AWAY.
Bring me forth the cup of gold,
Chased by Druid's hand ol old,
Filled from yonder fountains breast,
Where the waters are al rest;
Tins Tor me--in joyous hour,
This for me--in beauIy's bower,
This for me--in manhood's prime,
This for me-in llie's decline.
Bring me forth the humber horn,
Filled by hunters hand at morn,
From the crystal spring that flows
Underneath the blooming rose,
Where the violetlo loves TO sip,
Where the lily cools her lip;
Bring me thls--and will say,
lake the ruby wine away!
Take away the damning draught,
BY The bacchinallan quafied!
Take away the liquid death
Serpents nestle in its breath,
Terrors ride upon lis flood,
Vice surrounds its brim Of blood,
Sorrow in its bosom sungs,
Sorrow buoyed on pleasures wings.
Dip the bucket in the well,
Where the trout delights to dwell
Where the sparkling water sings,
AS il bubbles from the springs
Where the breezes whisper sweet,
Where the happy children meet,
Draw and let the draught be mine
Take away the rosy wine!
WASHINGTON, 1889.