The arable fields and gay meadows behold,
And laughing luxuriant landscape accord,
In tributes of verdure, enamell’d with gold,
The hard-handed husbandman’s promised reward.
But pause ere you gather the bountiful crop,
And listen to well meant advice of a friend,
The evils which flow from intemperance stop,
So far as your own good example may tend.
Avoid the inveterate habit of some,
(Excessively foolish, atrociously sinful,)