<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Is It Well?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,<br>Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?<br>Heard you the words that fell down like a warning,<br>'Lift not the glass: it holds sorrow for thee'?<br>He heeds not nor listens:<br>The red liquor glistens,<br>And he sees not the fangs of the serpent beneath.<br>And the fiends are elated,<br>And the voice waileth 'Fated,'<br>As he drains out the glass: the dumb agent of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>High had he set his mark. Fame, wealth, and glory,<br>All should be his ere the noon-tide of life.<br>A name that should live in the annals of story,<br>His was a heart that could battle with strife.<br>'Here's to youthful endeavor!'<br>He cries. 'Ah! for ever<br>Shall the ruddy glass cheer me on life's rugged way.<br>There is strength for all trouble<br>In each airy bubble.<br>Who dares prate of danger and sorrow, I pray?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where is the youth with the face like the morning?<br>Where are the hopes that glowed bright as the noon!<br>He who had heard and obeyed not the warning,<br>Oh! has he reaped the dire harvest so soon?<br>He quaffed, all unheeding<br>The small voice's pleading,<br>And he lieth to-night in a dark prison cell.<br>This is his glory,<br>The name carved in story.<br>This has the red glass done. Say, is it well?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384449" data-title="Is It Well? de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning, Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea? Heard you the words that fell down like a warning, 'Lift not the glass: it holds sorrow for thee'? He heeds not nor listens: The red liquor glist..."></div> </div> </div>

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