Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Gla** Of Wine lyrics

"What's in a gla** of wine?" There, set the gla** where I can look within. Now listen to me, friend, while I begin And tell you what I see— What I behold with my far-reaching eyes, And what I know to be Below the laughing bubbles that arise Within this gla** of wine. There is a little spirit, night and day, That cries one word, for ever and alway: That single word is "More!" And whoso drinks a gla** of wine, drinks him: You fill the goblet full unto the brim, And strive to silence him. Gla** after gla** you drain to quench his thirst, Each gla** contains a spirit like the first; And all their voices cry Until they shriek and clamor, howl and rave, And shout "More!" noisily, Till welcome d**h prepares the drunkard's grave, And stills the imps that rave. That see I in the wine: And tears so many that I cannot guess; And all these drops are labelled with "Distress." I know you cannot see. And at the bottom are the dregs of shame: Oh! it is plain to me. And there are woes too terrible to name: Now drink your gla** of wine.