A Tale
of pleasing Woe
How sweetly
sad is thy feeling
That
makes a tun still his soul to tenderness
And a
weary being to feel a moment of delight
With a
brimming bowl
To
drown his soul
To dim
his eyes
To banish
the fear and misery
To
sweep away his faculty
How
though can it be said
Oh
drunkard! You have no life
Oh son
of sorrow, doom is thy in-law
And
you daughter of despair
Be
ready to meet disappointment
A
brimming bowl will cure the misery you say
What a
wishful thinking
What a
truth yet so unreal
A tale
of pleasing woe I call this
What
an enchanting tale is it.
written by Wandehighflyer************BFH**********
