Gin! Gin! a Drop of Gin! Oh! then its tremendous temptations begin, To take, alas! To the fatal glass,--And happy the wretch that it does not win To change the black hue Of his ruin to blue--While Angels sorrow, and Demons grin--And lose the rheumatic Chill of his attic By plunging into the Palace of Gin!
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