Show THE TWO GLASSES JBY ILLA WHEELER There sat two plaffies filled to the brim 3n a rich mans table rim to rim One was ruddy and red as blood And ons was clear as the crystal flood Slid the glass of wing to his ruler brothor Let us tell talej of the past to each other li pan tell of banquet and revel and mirth Where I was king for I ruled in might For the piocdeat and grandest souls on earth Fell wider my touch as though straok with blight From the heads of slugs I have torn the crown From the heights of Limo I haye hurled mon down I hive blasted many an honored name I have taken virtue and give ahme I have tempted 3 oath with a sip a taste That has made his future a barren waste Far greater than any kins am I Or than any army beneath the sky I have made the irm of the driver fail And sent the train from the iron rail I have made gooa ships go down at sea And the shriek of the lost were sweot to me Fame strength wealth genius before me f < ill And my might and power are over nil Ho Ro pale brother said the wine Can ym boast of deeds aa great aa mine Said the water glass I cannot boast Of a king dethroned or a murdered boat But I can tell of hearts that were sad By my crystal drops made bright and glad Of thirsts I have quenohed and brow I have lared Of bards I have coo ol and souls I have saved I have leaped through thp valley and dashed down ths mountain Slet in the sunshine and dripped from the fountain I have burst my cloud fetters and dropped from the sky And everywhere gladdened the prospect and eye I have eased tho hot forhead of fever and pain I have made the parched meadows grow fertile fer-tile with grain I can tell of the powtrful wheel of the mill Teat groand out the flour and turned at my will I can tell of manhood debased by you That 1 hve uplftcd acd crowned anew 1 cheer I help I strengthen and aid I gladden the heart of man and maid I set winechained cantive free And all arc better for hfcowina me These arc the tales they told each other The glass of wine and his paler brother As they eat together filled to the brim On a rich mans tablo rim to ties |