And Grace That Won Who Saw To

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.

So Glistered The Dire Snake , And Into Fraud Led Eve, Our Credulous Mother, To The Tree Of Prohibition, Root Of All Our Woe.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.