THE GRAPE.

The Grape! the Grape! the lovely Grape!
     ’Tis the staff of the idiot brave;
          It supports them where
          The grim fiend Despair
     Beckons on to an early grave.

Then, a joy to the Grape!—the lovely Grape!
     The staff of the truly brave;
          For its juice hath wrought
          What the brave have bought—
     A right to the Drunkard’s Grave.

The Grape! the Grape! the luscious Grape!
     How it glows in the sparkling bowl!
          How the ruby wine
          From the tempting vine [Page207]
     Doth gladden the Drunkard’s soul!

But a curse on the Grape! the luscious Grape,
     As it glows in the treacherous bowl;
          For a scorpion lurks
          In its juice, and works
     The Doom of the Drunkard’s Soul. [Page 208]