Drink from my cup of life, O burdened brother,
Tho' sorrow's dregs be mine, yet at the rim
There's sweet enough for sharing with another.
While thine holds only bitter to the brim,
And while I yield the sparkling sweets to thee,
Less bitter are the last dark dregs for me.
Drink from my full, rich cup, thirsty wayfarer,
Whose cup is empty both of joy and grief.
Come, share my feast, and life, the brave cupbearer,
Will bring a draught to give thy thirst relief.
But know, while sharing that mixed cup with me,
Some bitter in its fellowship must be.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 25 October 1930
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
Tho' sorrow's dregs be mine, yet at the rim
There's sweet enough for sharing with another.
While thine holds only bitter to the brim,
And while I yield the sparkling sweets to thee,
Less bitter are the last dark dregs for me.
Drink from my full, rich cup, thirsty wayfarer,
Whose cup is empty both of joy and grief.
Come, share my feast, and life, the brave cupbearer,
Will bring a draught to give thy thirst relief.
But know, while sharing that mixed cup with me,
Some bitter in its fellowship must be.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 25 October 1930
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
