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Touch Not the Bowl.

BY J. F. COLES.
TUNE — Will you go.

A serpent lurks within the bowl,
Touch if not — touch it not;
Its sting is poison to the soul,
Touch it not — touch it not.
Although it looks so bright and fair,
And such a golden tint doth wear,
Yet sorrow, pain, and death are there.
Touch it not — touch it not.

Old age it hurries to the tomb,
Touch it not — touch it not;
From youth it steals the cheek's soft bloom,
Touch it not — touch it not.
To those in health it sickness brings,
It gorges up the wealth of kings,
And dooms to death whom'er it stings.
Touch it not — touch it not.

If you would shun the fatal snare,
Touch it not — touch it not,
That leads to madness and despair,
Touch it not — touch it not.
If you would burst the cords in twain
Which bind you like an iron chain,
Then never touch or taste again.
Touch it not — touch it not.

Then fly from the destroying fiend,
Touch it not — touch it not;
And from its influences be weaned,
Touch it not — touch it not.
And He who giveth length of days
To those who walk in wisdom's ways,
Will fill you hearts with love and praise,
Evermore — evermore.

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