{"id":8448,"date":"2022-09-09T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-09-09T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8448"},"modified":"2022-09-09T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-09T05:00:00","slug":"the-two-glasses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-two-glasses\/","title":{"rendered":"The Two Glasses"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn91064011\/1914-09-09\/ed-1\/seq-10\/\">Newark Evening Star, September 9, 1914<\/a>. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, <br\/>On a rich man&#8217;s table, rim to rim. <br\/>One was ruddy and red as blood, <br\/>And one was clear as the crystal flood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Said the glass of wine to his paler brother, <br\/>&#8220;Let us tell tales of the past to each other; <br\/>I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth, <br\/>Where I was a king, for I ruled in might; <br\/>For the proudest and grandest souls on earth <br\/>Fell under my touch, as though struck with blight. <br\/>From the heads of kings I have torn the crown; <br\/>From the heights of fame I have hurled men down. <br\/>I have blasted many an honored name; <br\/>I have taken virtue and given shame; <br\/>I have tempted the youth with a sip, a taste, <br\/>That has made his future a barren waste. <br\/>Far greater than any king am I, <br\/>Or than any army beneath the sky. <br\/>I have made the arm of the driver fail, <br\/>And sent the train from the iron rail. <br\/>I have made good ships go down at sea, <br\/>And the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me. <br\/>Fame, strength, wealth, genius before me fall; <br\/>Ho, ho! pale brother,&#8221; said the wine, <br\/>&#8220;Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Said the glass of water, &#8220;I cannot boast <br\/>Of a king dethroned, or a murdered host, <br\/>But I can tell of hearts that were sad <br\/>By my crystal drops made bright and glad; <br\/>Of thirsts I have quenched, and brows I have laved; <br\/>Of hands I have cooled, and souls I have saved.<br\/>I have leaped through the valley, dashed down the mountain, <br\/>Slept in the sunshine, and dripped from the fountain. <br\/>I have burst my cloud-fetters, and dropped from the sky, <br\/>And everywhere gladdened the prospect and eye; <br\/>I have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain; <br\/>I have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain. <br\/>I can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill, <br\/>That ground out the flower, and turned at my will. <br\/>I can tell of manhood debased by you, <br\/>That I have uplifted and crowned anew; <br\/>I cheer, I help, I strengthen and aid; <br\/>I gladden the heart of man and maid;<br\/>I set the wine-chained captive free, <br\/>And all are better for knowing me.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>These are the tales they told each other, <br\/>The glass of wine and its paler brother, <br\/>As they sat together, filled to the brim, <br\/>On a rich man&#8217;s table, rim to rim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Newark Evening Star, September 9, 1914. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, On a rich man&#8217;s table, rim to rim. One was ruddy and red as blood, And one was clear as the crystal flood. Said the glass of wine to his paler brother, &#8220;Let us tell [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,3],"tags":[115],"class_list":["post-8448","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newark-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-ella-wheeler-wilcox"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8448","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8448"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8448\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8448"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8448"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8448"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}