The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1888-03-09
TEMPERANCE READING.
MY VISION.

Nor when = gives its color in the cup"
| A fiend, the poisoned ehalice hath filled up
And he that drinks, drinks misery and death.
| But once / gazed into its rudy tide;
The fiend stood by my side;
Upon my cheek felt his blighting breath,
| And as gazed, he laughed with hellish glee
| And whispered: "Take the gift proffer thee;
Twill rouse thy heart,
And bid its pulses start
With joyous life, and thrill
Each nerve with new delight;
The earth with beauty and the heavens with
light
| Spel.-bound, gazed into the fatal bowl,
And saw sigh: that thrilled my Utmost soul
| What saw / in the bowls Be patient friend
| And hear me to the end.
| Twas not sight that thou wouldst care to
sse;
| And seen but once, 'twonld haunt thy memory.
And as fever dream, return again
| To mock with shapes of dread the dazed BRAIN
| Wraiths of the living, spectres of the dead
Behold they come, CHASTITY, gloomy train
| o look not on the wine when it is red 4
| Lest forms of dread
| From its red depths to blast and blight thine
eyes.
Look not, the preacher said
Look not upon the wine when it is red"
| have seen in waters clear and bright
| The glorious upper world of bloom and light,
| The nodding spires of grass, the swaying trees,
And heavens azure flecked with argosies
| OF silver clouds and all things true and fair
| Were mirrored there;
And have even
| In deep dark wells beneld the light of heaven,
| Bright in reflection as the orbs that roll
| In majesty above
What saw I in the bowl?
Twas not the waving grasses, dewy bright,
| The nodding trees, the clouds, the stars of
| night.
| No! Darker visions swept before my sight
All! we'll the preacher said:
| Look not upon the wine when it is red"
| AS the magician sees before him pass
| Demons of darkness mirrcred in his glass,
| The shrouded, CHASTITY ten;tnts of the grave,
| And the dread underworld OF mystery,
| So T. when gazing at the wine which gave
| The crimson hue that dyes the sunset wave,
Saw that which hath been, is, and yet shall be !;
| Saw sights would Coo I never more might
see
| Saw stars go out on earth to shine no more
Saw shattered wrecks upon storm beat
shore
| Saw ships go down before the tempest's
wrath
| Saw hopeless ruin in the whirlwind's path.
Brave hopes and high
Had persisted utterly.
| Glory was Quenched in shame, and love in hate :;
The fairest homes of earth were desolate
| or love, OF hope, of happiness bereft
| All! what was left?
Edens, from which the bloom of life had fed,
| Gardens OF roses growing thorns instead,
| Sad visions of the dying and the dead,
| Were pictured in the wine when it was red.
| saw palace radiant and fair,
| It's marble walls bedight with sculptures rare,
| And, gathered in it's halls, the young and gay
| To speed in revelry the hours away.
Pour out the wine,'' the insidious tempter
cried,
| Twas the same fiend that halted by my side
Pour out the wine; each emptied glass fill
up"
| All! how it gave it's color in the cup.
| Each goblet flashed aloft its baleful red,
death-lit flannel With its ensanguined tide
| The snowy marble of the walls was dyed
| AS in the glow of CONGREGATIONS dire,
| AS in the light of hellS intensest fire.
| The end was near; dreamlike the vision sped;
The palace lay in ruins O. er its dead.
| This saw in the wine when it was red.
| I saw thousand homes made desolate
! By the red hand of murder. Pitiless fate,
| Binding his victims, gave them unto DEATH
| And life and beauty withered at o breath
| Alas for the despair
OF stricken ones4 Alas! the young and fair,
Beauty with golden hair.
Childhood with dimpled face,
Youth with UNCONSCIOUS grace
Faded life's morning bloom, its glory fed,
And mothers clasping in a long embrace
| Within Their pulseless arms their murdered
dead.
This saw in the wine when it was red.
L saw million graves,
Earth furrowed with them, x the sea with
waves;
Graves, not of those who passed away in pride,
But who, in abject misery, drank and died;
Graves of the nameless, aforementioned dead;
The raindTops are the tears above them shed;
Heaven weeps for them. human lids are dry.
Men shun the fields unconsecrate
Where they forgotten lie;
Or haply point moral by their fate,
To warn the passerby,
To shun the paths which they were lured to
tread,
To look not on the wine when it is red.
I saw the small and great,
Before the judgment seat
Waiting the verdict of the last great day.
In far-off fields of air,
Unclouded and serene,
The jasper walls OF holy Heaven were seen.
White-robed and fair
The throngs of the forgiven scared away,
And through the pearly portals passed for
aye.
For aye forgiven.
But OH for those the hapless slaves of sin
That stood below unshrven,
Waiting in vain the mandate: "Entet in,"
For everywhere
fha fhora oJr dc he lo,1~
air,
Was writ the lurid sentence of despair:
mo drunkard ever shall inherit Heaven
And these the neither darkness swallowed up
All! well the preacher said:
Look not upon the wine when it is
red
And when it gives its color in the cup"
And yet looked upon the wine alas!
It was no horrid vision of the night
Or picture Swallowed in the magic glass,
OF figures moving to and fro,
Through scenes Of deepening woe,
That pass and are not, for felt the might
or him, the fend who tempted me to
drink
The flend who forged my letters link by
link,
And bound me till in utter agony
Iwrlthed, and moaned, and struggled to be
free.
was aware
OF countless beings in the invisible air,
OF damned souls that shrieked in their de-
spair,
Demons that came
From hell's abysses, breathing breath of
fame.
Above, Heavens golden gates were opened
wide;
Below me yawned the grave.
Failing, as from battlement, cried:
OGod, is there no hand to save!
T. None, none; then let me from the dead
Shout to the living, as they tread
The maze Of mirth, and bow at pleasures
shrine:
look not, look not upon the wine
When 1t is red.'
--lRsv. E. r. EdDdrds, In Indiana State Journal
GIN MODERATION"
The Voice of Science as to the Injurious
Influence of chipping Upon HEALTH
Total Abstinence the Only Sure Tenn