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Poem
May 7, 1823
The Massachusetts Spy
Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A moral poem addressed to a dissipated husband, warning against the destructive pleasures of drink and urging him to return to his faithful wife to restore their happiness and her bloom.
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POETRY.
[From the New-York Statesman.]
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 thought of crush’d delight.
When from the world’s mad revelry,
When from th’ 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 fake away that priceless gem,
Thy soul’s best light that us’d 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 sign has set,
The light of better days will rise,
And her last bloom may flourish yet.
Yes—in that cheek where nature erst
In her earliest witch’ry shone,
The rosy flush again may burst,
And life and bliss be all her own.
April 1.
MARION.
[From the New-York Statesman.]
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 thought of crush’d delight.
When from the world’s mad revelry,
When from th’ 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 fake away that priceless gem,
Thy soul’s best light that us’d 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 sign has set,
The light of better days will rise,
And her last bloom may flourish yet.
Yes—in that cheek where nature erst
In her earliest witch’ry shone,
The rosy flush again may burst,
And life and bliss be all her own.
April 1.
MARION.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Temperance Moderation
What keywords are associated?
Dissipated Husband
Temperance
Moral Reform
Marriage Fidelity
Addiction Warning
What entities or persons were involved?
Marion.
Poem Details
Title
To The Dissipated Husband.
Author
Marion.
Subject
To The 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 Sign Has Set,
The Light Of Better Days Will Rise,
And Her Last Bloom May Flourish Yet.