Drink of this cup! 'tis that which erst <br />Our pilgrim fathers quaffed, <br />When here they raised their dwellings first: <br />There 's safety in the draught. <br /> <br /> <br />Drink of this cup! the stream that laved <br />Old Lethe's fabled shore, <br />From want and misery never saved, <br />Like that which now we pour. <br /> <br /> <br />Drink of this cup! it bears a charm <br />Of more than magic worth: <br />A spell to keep the soul from harm, <br />A gift from heaven to earth. <br /> <br /> <br />Drink of this cup! its virtue strong <br />Shall keep the soul so bright, <br />That angel visiters may throng, <br />Rejoicing in its light. <br /> <br /> <br />Drink of this cup which temperance brings, <br />And reap the immortal gain! <br />See peace beneath her spreading wings, <br />And freedom in her train. <br /> <br /> <br />Drink only of this crystal cup! <br />Now be the deep vow spoken! <br />Now in the strength of God rise up! <br />And keep your vow unbroken.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drink-of-this-cup-3/
