But dim are the eyes, the blood-shot eyes, Of him who.. quaffs it up. D. S. And drink the.. draught, the cooling draught, That comes from the cool - ing well. 19 CHORUS. D. S. Then shun the cup, the death-fraught cup, That dooms the soul to heli; 2. Oh, bright is the glow, the rosy glow, As on the eye it gleams; But pure is the light, the diamond light, Of nature's crystral streams. Then shun, &c. | 13. Oh, sad is the end, the dreadful end, To shnn the cup, the treach'rous cup, 122 THE STARRY CROWN. 3. No mortal eye hath ever seen Its gold needs no refining!-Seek &c. THE ROSY CROWN. 1. A rosy crown we twine for thee, To mirth and youthful pleasure. Cho. Take, O, take, the rosy, the rosy crown, &c. 2. We bade the fairest flowers that blow, 4. If you this starry crown would wear To shine above that brow of snow, With soft and lovely splendor. Cho. 3. Then wear, dear maid, the wreath we twine, Thy fairy ringlets shading; And be its charms the type of thine, In all except in fading. Cho. |