Show THE TWO TW GLASSES by ella wheeler wilcox there sat two glasses filled to the brim on a rich man s table nm rim to nm rim one was ruddy and red as blood and one was as clear as the crystal flood said the glass of wine to the paler brother let us tell the tales of the past to each other I 1 can tell of banquet and revel and mirth and the proudest and grandest souls on earth fell under my touch as though struck by blight where I 1 was king for I 1 ruled in might from the heads ot of kings I 1 have torn the crown from the heights of fame I 1 have hurled men down I 1 have blasted many an honored name I 1 have taken virtue and given shame I 1 have tempted the youth with a sip a taste that has made his future a barren weste greater far greater than king am I 1 or than any army beneath the sky I 1 have made the arm of the driver fail fall and sent the tram train from the iron rail v I 1 have made good ships go down at sea and the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me for they said behold hov how great you be fame strength wealth genius before me fall for your might and power are over all alit HO HO pale brother laughed the wine can you boast of deeds as great as mine minea said the water glass I 1 cannot boast of a king dethroned or a murdered host but I 1 can tell of a heart once sad by my crystal drops made light and glad of thirsts I 1 ive ve quenched of brows I 1 ive ve laved of hands I 1 have cooled and souls I 1 have saved I 1 have leaped through the valley dashed down the mountain flowed in the river and played in the fountain slept in the sunshine and dropped from the sky and everywhere gladdened the landscape and eye I 1 have lime eased the hot forehead of fever and pain I 1 have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain I 1 can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill that ground out the flour and turned at my will I 1 can tell of manhood debased by you that I 1 have lifted and crowned anew 1 I cheer I 1 help I 1 strengthen and aid I 1 gladden the heart of man and maid I 1 set the chained wine captive tree free and all are better for knowing me le these are ane tales they told each other the glass of wine and paler brother As they sat together filled to the brim on a rich man s table nm rim to rim submitted by alcoholics ANONYMOUS box |