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Poem
May 3, 1823
Herald Of The Valley
Fincastle, Botetourt County, Virginia
What is this article about?
A poem pleading with a wayward husband to abandon alcohol and dissipation, restoring happiness to his devoted wife and saving his soul from ruin.
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POETRY.
From the N. Y. American.
TO THE DISSIPATED HUSBAND
Look up--O taste, taste not the bowl
Again, nor dream of pleasure there.
Which while it lulls destroys the soul.
And deeper sinks it in despair.
'Tis but to paint a blacker sky,
To add to cloudy darkness, night,
To give another agony
To the fresh tho't of crush'd delight
When from the world's made revelry,
When from the oblivion of an hour
Thou wak'st the cup of misery
Is thine, and mem'ry's crazing power.
Then turn again, and feel for them
Who long have felt and feel for thee:
Nor take away that priceless gem,
Thy soul's best light that used to be.
The smile of happiness from one,
Whose heart with thine is so entwin'd.
That what disturbs thy soul alone
Can give an anguish to her mind.
Art thou a husband, and canst look
Back on the past, nor feel a sting
Has Heaven and fondness thee forsook,
That thou canst feel no sorrowing?
Canst thou forget the heart that turn'd
To thee, in all its wo or bliss:
And which still burns as then it burn'd
With all its young, warm faithfulness?
O turn again, and in those eyes,
Perchance, where wo his sigh has set,
The light of better days will rise,
And her last bloom may flourish yet.
Yes, in that cheek where nature erst
In all her earliest witch'ry shone,
The rosy flush again may burst,
And life and bliss be all her own.
MARION.
From the N. Y. American.
TO THE DISSIPATED HUSBAND
Look up--O taste, taste not the bowl
Again, nor dream of pleasure there.
Which while it lulls destroys the soul.
And deeper sinks it in despair.
'Tis but to paint a blacker sky,
To add to cloudy darkness, night,
To give another agony
To the fresh tho't of crush'd delight
When from the world's made revelry,
When from the oblivion of an hour
Thou wak'st the cup of misery
Is thine, and mem'ry's crazing power.
Then turn again, and feel for them
Who long have felt and feel for thee:
Nor take away that priceless gem,
Thy soul's best light that used to be.
The smile of happiness from one,
Whose heart with thine is so entwin'd.
That what disturbs thy soul alone
Can give an anguish to her mind.
Art thou a husband, and canst look
Back on the past, nor feel a sting
Has Heaven and fondness thee forsook,
That thou canst feel no sorrowing?
Canst thou forget the heart that turn'd
To thee, in all its wo or bliss:
And which still burns as then it burn'd
With all its young, warm faithfulness?
O turn again, and in those eyes,
Perchance, where wo his sigh has set,
The light of better days will rise,
And her last bloom may flourish yet.
Yes, in that cheek where nature erst
In all her earliest witch'ry shone,
The rosy flush again may burst,
And life and bliss be all her own.
MARION.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Temperance Moderation
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Dissipated Husband
Temperance Plea
Marital Sorrow
Moral Reform
Drinking Warning
What entities or persons were involved?
Marion.
Poem Details
Title
To The Dissipated Husband
Author
Marion.
Subject
Warning To A Dissipated Husband
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Look Up O Taste, Taste Not The Bowl
Again, Nor Dream Of Pleasure There.
Which While It Lulls Destroys The Soul.
And Deeper Sinks It In Despair.
O Turn Again, And In Those Eyes,
Perchance, Where Wo His Sigh Has Set,
The Light Of Better Days Will Rise,
And Her Last Bloom May Flourish Yet.