The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1878-12-19
The Lips that TOuch Wine Shall Meyer
Touch Mine.

Alice Lee stood awaiting her lover one night,
Her cheeks flushed and glowing, her eyes full of
light;
She had placed sweet rose mid her wild-fowing
hair;
No flower of the forest e'er looked half so fair
As she did that night, she stood by the door
OF the cot where she dwelr bv the side of the moor.
Her lover had promised to take her walk,
And che built all her hopes a long, pleasant talk;
But the daylight was fading, and also, ween
Her temper was failing, twas plain TO be seen;
For now she'd stand still thsn a tune she would hum.
And impatientiy mut'er, al wish he would come.
"You may say what you like, tits not pleasant to
wait,
know where he stays-'tis easy 10 tell
He spends many an hour at the sign of the Berl:
wish he would keep from such places away;
HIS rakish companions do lead him astray.'
She heard quick step. and her young heart beat
As she said .I am glad he 10 coming at lsst;''
But it was only neighbor, who tened 10 speak,
And he marked the quick flush on the young maid
ems cheek;
And his aged eye twiskled with pleasure and glee,
As he merrily said, $50 you're waiting see.
Now don't think at all I'm intending to blame.
For love ought ne'er be subject of shame;
But tell you 20 warn you. fancy my lass,
Young William is getting too fond of the glass;
And oh If you wish for the love that endures,
Say the lips that touch liquor shall never touch
yours.
He went OH his way but the truth he'd impressed
Took root and sunk deep in the fair maden's breast
And strange things she could scarce account for be-
Now sppearedquiie plain as she pondercd them o.
She then said. with q look of deep sorrow and
81 really believe the old man is right.
When william next comes will soon let him know
He must give up the liquor, or else he must 60;
Twill be a good chance, no doubt, TO prove
If he is really sincere in his vows of deep love;
lie must give up at once and forever the wine
For the lips that touch liquor shall never touch
mine"
She heard a quick step coming o.er the moor,
And merry voice which she bad Oft heard before,
And she could speak strong arm held her fast,
Aud manly voice whispered. -'fve come love at
But know you'll forgive me, then give me kiss;
I'm sorry thst I've X pit you waiting like this
But she shook her bright curls her beautiful head
And she drew herself up while quite proudly she
raid,
s'Now, William, I'll prove IL you really are true:
For you say that you love me Il don't think you do;
If really you love me you must give up the wine,
For the lips that touch liquor shall never touch
minc.'
! He looked quite amazed: "why, Alice tits clear
You really are getting quite jealous, my DEAR
"In that ycu right" she replied; "for you see
You'll soon love the liquor far better than me-
I'm jealous, L owu- of the poisonous wine
For lips that touch hql or shall never touch mine"
He turned then quite angry; "Ccnfound IT," he said
.what nonsense you We got In your dear little head
But III see ii an not remove il frVm hence
Said che, lis not nonsense, It's plain common
| sens,
/ And mean what say,-ani this you will find,
I i don't often change when I've made up my mind.
| He stood al irresolnte, angry pcrplexed;
She beforc him look half vexef:
But she said, If he talks al his life won't finch.
And he talked. but he never could move her an inch
He then bitterly cried, with look and a groan,
20 Alice your heart Is as hard as a stone,"
But though her heart beat in his favor qnite loud
/ Aud at last, without a tear or n sigh,
She said Il am gCing, 60, vii lam, good-by.r
"Nay, stay he then said ..f choose one OF III,
two
I'll give up the liquor in favor OF you"
Now William had often great cause to rejoice,
For the hour he had made sweet Alice his choice
And he blessed through the whole of long, usefu
life,
The fate that had given him HE dear little wife,
And she by her hrmness to that night
One who in our cause Is an ornament bright.
Oh that each fair girl In our abstinence band
! WOuld say, iii ne'er give my heart or my hand
I Unto one who | ever had reason to think
Would taste one small drop OF the vile, curse,
! drink
But say. when you're wooed, I'm n foe to tn
/ wine,
And the lips that touch liquor shall never toucl
minen