Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

From the huts and haunts of men,

Jewels in the crown content.

THE CUP.

Here is pleasure; drink it down.

Here is sorrow; drain it dry.

Tilt the goblet, don’t ask why.

Here is madness; down it goes.

Here’s a dagger and a kiss,

Don’t ask what the reason is.

Drink your liquor, no one knows;