George Moses Horton

Here you will find the Poem The Tipler To His Bottle of poet George Moses Horton

The Tipler To His Bottle

What hast thou ever done for me? 
Defeated every good endeavor; 
I never can through life agree 
To place my confidence in thee, 
Not ever, no, never! 

Often have I thy steam admired, 
Thou nothing hast avail'd me ever; 
Vain have I thought myself inspired, 
Say, have I else but pain acquired? 
Not ever, no, never! 

No earthly good, no stream of health, 
Flows from thy fount, thou cheerful giver; 
From thee, affluence sinks to stealth, 
From thee I pluck no bloom of health, 
Whatever, no, never! 

Thou canst impart a nobel mind, 
Power from my tongue flows like a river; 
The gas flows dead, I'm left behind, 
To all that's evil down confined, 
To flourish more never! 

With thee I must through life complain, 
Thy powers at large will union sever; 
Disgorge no more thy killing bane, 
The bird hope flies from thee in pain, 
To return more never!