Glass ? 3 3 H Book ;( &79& yyii. Copyright^?. ^0^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT t. WHITE KIBBONS ^FempopaRGe Uofso By CHAS. W. LOUX. n PROVIDENCE, R. I. CARMEN BOOK COMPANY. 1902. THE LIBRARY #f| G#NGR£SS, J Two Copies RECEIVE* MAY. 5 1902 Copyright entry CLA8S Ou XXC. No- OOPY ft. Copyright, 1002. By CHAS. W. LOUX. @0Et6Ets. The Song of her Woe. 5 The Reformed Drunkard's Prayer. . r> Walking the C iacx 7 Watch 8 The Pledge 10 Guard the Gates 10 The Bard and his Wine 13 l 'I Have Such A Nice Papa Sir.' 1 . . 15 To the Beer Wagon 1 » Which is Better. . 18 The Imaginary and the Real. ... 18 Why? 20 WiNE is Woe 22 Sign the Pledge -.22 King Money . . . . .. -. . 23 Who iiatii Woe? ........ 26 IIabakkuk 2: 15. . 26 Prov. 21: 17 26 Isaiah 5: 11, 12 27 Fools, Pessimists, and Cranks. . . 27 Prov. 20: 1. . 28 Alone in Heaven 28 Water good enoigh 30 W. C. T. U. to Y. P. S. C. E 31 The White Pose 33 The Fourth of July 34 Poison— WruskEY. . . . . ... . . . 35 What Will You Have? . . . . . . 35 To the Dollar 36 Water Only . . 37 Victory Will Come. . " 38 Prohibition 39 The White Ribbon. 40 The Freedom of the Press. . . . . 40 An Early Cold Wind. ....... 42 Two Ways 42 Ye Bells 43 Patriots 47 ''Don't Give up the Ship 48 The Brewer's Daughter." .... 48 America and Armenia 50 When 52 We are on the Winning Side. ... 52 Release. 53 The Bereaved Mother 54 Wbito gibbons. THE SONG- OF HER WOE. With brain by watching worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sits in unwomanly rags, Her children begging for bread. Drink! drink! drink! In poverty sunken low, While over the way the bottles clink, — Oh, that the world would only think! — She sings the -"Song of her Woe." THE REFORMED DRUNKARD'S PRAYER- Hear me, Heavenly Father, hear me Ere I lose the power to pray. Come thou quickly, Father, near me Ere I helpless turn away. Come, reach down to my low levels Lift me, ere I pray to sink, . Ere I must implore the devil For another drop of drink. Lord, I feel the fiery fever Calling for another drop; Drink alone is its reliever! Canst thou make this burning stop? Every fiber of my being Quivers and demands the cup. Pity, Lord, my sad state seeing, Lift me, Father, lift me up. My faith is weak; I am not able, Lord f to ask thee change what was From creation good and stable, — Lord, I pray not change thy laws. But I pray, O God, for power, Strengthen thou my faith so smally Help me in this trying hour To resist temptation's call. Oh, I will and yet I will not,— Will to live, yet not to live; Will to die by drink, and still not Will my all to ruin give.- Lord, do thou the conflict enter, That is raging thus in me; All the help of heaven center Ofl my will to live for Thee. Hear me, Heavenly Father, hear me, Ere I cannot even pray; Come thou quickly, Father, near me, Ere I hopeless turn away. WALKING THE CRACK. Drunken drinker, — Bleared his bl inker, - Dull of tli inker, — Thinks he Still can Walk the Crack. But already Over*heady, Serves unstead # y, Little Traces lie the Track* Likewise, viewing His pursuing Lvil doing, See Hun Oft the Straight Path Miss. Boy, take warning! In life's morning Bum keep scorning; Then your course will be like this. WATCH. Watch, my boy, mankind's betrayer Ply his arts to be your slayer; Watch him every fraud committing, Watch his subtle counterfeiting; Now an angel's form assuming, Yet unto destruction dooming; Now a sheep, but as a lion Seeking thoughtless souls to fly on. By his subtle arts was driven Adam's race from Eden's heaven. 8 Now he strives that he may slowly, Counterfeiting what is holy, Change the blessing Christ has brought us By the blood with which he bought us. Youthful Love to us was given As an angel friend from heaven. Pure, it is a holy passion, 'Twill our lives with beauty fashion; It will lead to that relation Blest of God since man's creation. Thus mid white-clad throngs invited, Christ and Church will be united. But with bland voluptuous graces CG.nes a form that uft displaces By its promises untruthful Love the Pure and Love the Youthful. Lust is Love's pretended sister, Born of sin, to death resist her. In the cup with red wine glowing You may see the dear blood flowing, At the holy table feeding You may see the body bleeding Of the seed of God and woman Who shall crush the fiend inhuman. 9 Watch thou still the lying devil Lest he drag you to his level. Promising to show things greater In the wine-cup, he wiil cater To man's weakness; but deceiving Him too ready in believing, He will show him but the demons Of delirium tremens. THE PLEDGE. God helping me, my word I pledge That till life terminates I will not use as beverage That which intoxicates. GUARD THE GATES. Within the New Jerusalem, That heavenly city, There'll be no sights we need condemn, No sad hearts pity. There God shall wipe all tears away, No pain, nor crying, Nor woe will dim that endless day, Nor any dying. 10 Only the saints, within those walls, On highways golden Shall tread, while each in praise recalls The story olden. Why will be in it naught unclean? * God guards admission. And o'er each pearly gate is seen This prohibition: tl No drunkard, liar, murderer, thief, Shall here inherit. " It is for those who shared Christ's grief And claim his merit. If we would make this land of ours Appear like heaven, First all unclean and wicked powers Must forth be driven. And when the nation has been swept By faithful sweepers, Then must the gates be ever kept By watchful keepers. Adultery and Drunkenness And Sabbath -breaking Have to our city gained access, Sad havoc making. 11 Tliis grim throe-headed Hydra now Is slowing winding Its coils around the form of Law, With firmness binding. This foe Satanic must be slain, Law's body freeing, That Law may thus protect again Our city's being. After the city has been freed Of things defiling, When foes would enter, give no heed, Howe'er beguiling. If we would make this land most fair For dwelling mortals, Then let the keeper's watch with care The nation's portals. Ye guards, admit not at the gates Bad institutions. Then will survive these blessed states Time's revolutions. 12 THE BARD AND HIS WINE. Whom, alas, bast thou not cheated Or in noble ends defeated, Wine, accursed wine? For a brief exhilaration Have the bards of many a nation Paid thee with a line. And the line is still kept living And its evil influence giving, Woven with the good. Thus is good with evil mated; Would they could be separated, As they always should . Not a giver, but a taker, A destroyer, not a maker, Art thou, cup of wine. Ever giving less than taking, Ever killing more than making, Thou'rt not worth a line. Yet from many a nation's poet (Why, alas, did he not know it?) Thou hast gained a verse; 13 'Twas a brief infatuation; In the end both bard and nation Only found a curse. Roman poets often praised thee, To the very skies they raised thee; Thou hast laid Rome low. Fair Columbia protects thee, By her laws she much respects thee; Thou hast killed our Poe. Wilt thou kill this land of ours? Scatter hypocritic flowers O'er Columbia dead? Rouse, oh, rouse, ye vain believers, Kill that worst of all deceivers, Cap of bloody red. Wilt thou kill Columbia? Never. For Columbia will sever That life -thread of thine. God will hurl to thine own level, Thee, thou parasitic devil, Deadly cup of wine. 14 "I HAVE SUCH A NICE PAPA, SIR." "I have such a nice papa, sir, 1 ' Said a little girl pure and sweet, As she waited upon the door-steps His homawird step to greet. "Last night he brought me a dolly With beautiful eyes and curls; He told me that I was the dearest Of all the little girls. 1 ' "But does he never scold you And is he never rude?' 1 "Last night he said that he loved me; His kisses were sweet and ^ood. 11 But watch that little tear-drop As it steals a passage down, As her struggling soul remembers Some drunken word and frown. Dear little girl, believing What gladly she wants to believe; Forgetting the rudeness and trying Her poor little heart to deceive. 15 tl He loves me, 1 know, and I love him, There is not a sweeter face; Soon I shall see him coming And be in his dear embrace. 1 ' But as in the dusky twilight She sees his uncertain gait, Why does she run away weeping And does no longer wait? Ah, poor little heart that is broken, The angels thy sorrow see; And if there were weeping in heaven, 1 know they would weep for thee. TO THE BEER WAGON". Hear the stamping and the rattle As of calvary in battle Hither hie. Hear the rolling down the ridges And the thunder o'er the bridges Coming nigh. Do you, tre 'Tabling, ask "What is it?" 'Tis the devil makes a visit With his deils. 16 See the fierce and foaming horses And his caf that hither courses, — Woe' on wheels. He employs a human driver; Thus the wicked Sin-contriver Men deceives. Demons shut: within a bottle Able each a soul to throttle Here lie leaves. And the wealthy tavern -keeper, Sinking village morals deeper, Takes them in. Little does it seem to matter How much sorrow he may scatter, Woe and sin. Men long sunk by drunken revels, Serve as gods these bottled devils, And they cheer As they see the car advancing, And the fiery horses, prancing, Coming near. Daughters, sons, and wives they offer, All life's precious gifts they proffer, All are brought 17 To be crushed— an act made lawful — 'Neath the wheels of that most awful WHICH IS BETTER? If the sunlight better guides you Than a lightning flash; If a steady course is better Than a reckless dash; If no one prefers a fever To a steady heat; If 'tis better have some over Than all now to eat; If to stay at home is wiser Than on husks to dine; Then is pure and sparkling water Better drink than wine. THE IMAGINARY AND THE REAL. There are beings that men fashion, They are creatures of a brain, That arouse the heart's compassion Till it can no more contain. 18 And the soul's great swelling ocean Though the dikes may interfere, Rising with a steady motion Overflows in many a tear. But when pity calls to action, All these airy things are fled. It becomes a sweet distraction Over them the rear to shed. Bring your precious summer novel, I will show you sorrow then, Real sights within yon hovel, Woes too great for paint or pen. Sickness raging, children dyiug, Filth and drunkenness and theft, Crimes aloud to Heaven crying, Everything of joy bereft. Thousand places in the city Such as this one you may view; Does it cause your heart to pity? Here is then a chance to do. 19 WHY? Sunset glory through broken glasses Dingy with smoke and filthy masses, Deigns to illumine all human classes And through the kindly cracks it passes Into a room and over a wall Which shows the laths as plasters fall, Where no paintings for praises call; Then the sun pitying changes the sight, Hinging a picture of shadow and light. Why no other master Displayed upon the plaster? Why? Why that baby lying, Waiting the hour of dying? Like a lily born on a stormy lake Which the turbulent waters take, And ere its petals in full unfold, By the river's power controlled On the river's tide 'tis rolled, Till within the sea it settles, Closing again its tiny petals; Thus the child with a rapid motion Floats away to Death's broad ocean. 20 Pity the wife, O Friend of the sinner! Love's broken pitcher pours, through its inner Channels, over cheeks growing thinner For lack of many a supper and dinner, Streams of sorrow that sadly lave The babe's sweet face; these tears she gave As a preparation for its grave. Why do those tears and that sad face Former smiles and beauty displace? Why those rags in keeping With the woman's weeping? Why? Why upon the bed Lies the husband dead? Something worse than battle scars Former looks of manhood mars. Why has he failed to the end to run, Stopped in the race that was once begun, Losing a crown that he might have won? Why has he missed the heavenly calling, Losing the prize through stumbling and falling; Waiting to suffer a just retribution, Taking slim chance in the restitution? Why? 21 WINE IS WOE. Woe is in the wine; Woe is to the taker; Still more woe is thine, Heartless drunkard maker. Wine is woe to one, Wine is woe to nations, Now as well as on Coining generations. Woe is in wine's mirth, Woe it hides in laughter. Woe it brings to earth, Loss in the hereafter! SIGN THE PLEDGE. Would you make your pathway plainer, And yourself from evils hedge, For your own sake, be abstainer; You will ever be the gainer; Sign the pledge. Would you never lead another fc Unto ruin's fearful edge, 22 For the sake then of your brother, Of his children, wife, and mother, Sign the pledge. Pearls you may by such behavior From the seas of sorrow dredge. Such an act will meet God's favor; For the love then of the Savior, Sign the pledge. KING MONEY. Queen Love is the only ruler Designed by heaven to sit On the throne of the heart's dominions, And to love should ever submit The attendants and the subjects That round her palace flit. It is love supreme to the Father And an equal love to man, That should rule all the heart's pos- sessions, According to Heaven's plan. She rules with a righteous judgment As her subjects never can. 23 Her subjects are love of Glory, Wealth and Tower and Fame, Property, Knowledge, Pleasure, Society, Self, and Name. When these are raised to the kingdom The end is only shame. Love is so meek a person She never has rule at first; Her throne is seized by her subjects, By them her kingdom is cursed. Though they all mike cruel despots Yet Money enthroned is worst. Is money the root of all evil? Ah, yes, wheu Money is king. How cruel! the queen he does even Into dungeon darkness fling. And unto the better subjects What slavery does he bring! In the million little nations Where the money king we find, You may see a poor subject, Reason By imperial orders blind; And Pity too weak to help others For the chains that his body bind. 24 No wonder long heathen darkness Still waits for the gospel ray; That poverty pleads for compassion, To be turned without help away; No wonder the drink curse is raging, The greatest curse of the day. Say not that the drunkard-makers Care never a whit. at all For the sixty or seventy thousand That yearly in ruin fall; Bur, these they love less than the money . King Money does them enthrall. The might of the great Redeemer Himself is able alone To take from the cruel king Money The kingdom he does not own, And place the rightful possessor, Queen Love, in sway on the throne. Then daily within that kingdom It may by us all be viewed How love by her magic power Has everything renewed, And how useful and active a helper Is Money when once subdued. 25 WHO IIATII WOE? (Prov. 23: 29-32.) Who hath sorrow? who hath woe? Who doth make contentions rise? From whose lips complainings rlow? Who doth causeless bruises show? Who hath redness of his eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; Tiiey that go to seek mixed wine. Look not on the wine, though bright, When it gives its coloring, When it goeth down aright; The end is but the serpent's bite, Like an adder does it stint?. (Habakkuk 2: 15.), To him that gives his neighbor drink, Shall surely woe ensue, That puts the bottle to his lips And makes him drunken too. (Prov. 21: 17.) That man shall poverty see Who loveth never toil; Nor rich shall that mau be Who loveth wine and oil. 26 (Isaiah 5:11, 12.) \Voe is to them That rise with the sun To drink'till inflamed When the day is done. The harp and the viol, Pipe, bibrat, and wine Alike in their revels All day they combine. They do not regard The work of the Lord, Xor do they consider His might and his word. FOOLS, PESSIMISTS, AXD CRAXKS. If your thoughts you daily gather In a temperance school, If you read a temperance paper. You are called a fool. If you speak of liquor evils As they do exist, Men will hiss you out of hearing As a pessimist. 27 If you act in full accordance With your temperance plank, Men will raise the accusation That you are a crank. Blessed are those persecuted For the sake of right. Theirs shall be the heavenly kingdom Full of love and light. (Prov. 20: 1.) Wine is a mocker; lies it weaves; Strong drink defies; And whomsoever it deceives, He is not wise. ALONE IX HEAVEN. I fancy when we get to where There is eternal day, We'll find some humbler mansions there, Standing alone, Far from the throne, Far from the main highway. The owner's solitary praise His humble house will fill; Though joyfully his harp he plays, And happier he Than we now be, Some will be happier still. 28 We'll find the grandest mansions near Heaven's busiest boulevard, Supremely happy saints dwell here; Here choral songs From white-robed throngs Will evermore be heard. The humble dweller niipht lave gained Some company in his song, A larger house might have obtained, Had he denied IlimseJf and tried To bring a friend along. I fancy when the judgment comes That many souls will take These small suburban heavenly homes, Who now decline To give up wine E'en for a brother's sake. And some will dwell near the golden street And daily at the door Some once enslaved brother meet Whom their help had From bondage sad Through Christ freed evermore. The palace is for him who ne'er God-given duty shirks; 29 Oar doings lis re fix our station there; A penny for ail Christ's great and small, A crown for him who works. Oh let us not go to heaven alone, But let us all, if we ran, Secure a mansion near the throne. Then let us give up The needless cup For the sake of brother man. WATER GOOD ENOUGH. God made for plant and beast and man Each a peculiar food; One drink alone was in his plan, And everything was good. The plant still fills its flowery cup From founts the heavens provide; The thirsty rootlets still lick up The brooklet's tiny tide. The hart still panteth as of old After the water-brook; And all the beasts take of the cold Rich draughts they ever took. 30 But man has changed and tries To make abetter drink. Succeeds, — so say the doctors wise, And so the dealers think. But somehow men will lose their health As they drink the w 'accursed stuff, ' 1 And rind, bereft of all their wealth, Cold water good enough. Go, friend, to Nature's doctor-book And everywhere you'll read: '•Quaff but the water of the brook. 1 ' No other drink you need. W. C. T. U. to Y. P. S. C. E. O army of Christian Endeavor, Young soldiers so brave for the right, King Rum is resisting us ever; Ccme aid us and help that we never May yield in the glorious fight. The death that he brings is apallii;g, Unutterable is the woe. Oh, must we forever be calling, While seventy thousand are falling, Slain every year by the foe? 31 Our forces are scanty and scattered, His forces are very compact. The walls of bis forts must be battered, His strongholds to atoms be shattered, And now is the time we should act. Entrenched by the laws of the nation, Sustained by a powerful press, Complete in his organization, Long fed by a rich compensation, Rum will not m power grow less. He rules with demoniac madness, Despotic his merciless sway, Depriving the mother of gladness, Betraying her loved ones to sadness, And leading to ruin's broad* way. The churches, lo, are despairing, — Christ's kingdom, when will it come? Ye valiant soldiers declaring "'For Christ and the Church, 1 ' come bearing Your arms on their enemy, Rum. 32 THE WRITE ROSE. White rose of purity, Come, fairest, wilt thou be Our nation's flower? Bring purity of vote, And righteousness promote, That freedom's flag may float From every tower. God-given sign whereby Evil is made to fly, Flower of renown, May God thy beauty sheathe, Immortal freshness breathe On thee, and of thee wreathe Columbia's crown. White rose of purity, Let our enslavers be Ever laid low. By thy sweet beauty's charm, Oh keep our youth from harm, Each foe within disarm, Each outside foe. White rose of purity, God grant thee victory Over ruin's power. Then shall the praises ring 33 To Christ our only king, Who doth such glory bring Our nation's flower. THE FOURTH OF JULY. Ere the painting was hung in the eastern sky, The steeples rang out ■ t 'The Fourth of July! 11 Ere the pink and the red and the w 7 hite and the gold Were seen on the wall as the painting unrolled, The cracker was heard and the cannon's boom, And blasts that suggested the day of doom. And every one followed the creed of the boys, — The bigger the day, the bigger the noise. And ail the wide country was made to ring, wt America s free from a tyrannous king! 11 America's free, we are happy to say, From a foreign ruler's unrighteous sway. Enslavers she has, how 7 ever, the w r orst Of any that yet a nation have cursed. And they came disguised from beyond the graves To celebrate freedom by making more slaves. And the guns boomed harder all over the earth, And shouts grew wilder, and greater the mirth. And many would reel and stagger and fall And swear and curse and fight and brawl, And many a wound and many a black eye Was the end of that glorious Fourth of July. 84 If we keep these enslavers, Whiskey and Beer, Much longer with us, then I fear, I fear, That the freedom we have they will carry away; God of heaven, forbid so disastrous a day! The second great Fourth, as it seems to me, Was the first of January, '68. And another and greater is soon to come; 'Twill be when we shatter the power of Rum. POISON"— WHISKEY. On each flask this truth indite: "Poison — Whiskey;" let that sight Keep the youthful in the right. "•Taste it not! 11 11 Don't you see the skull and bones? Don't you hear the dying groans, And the fiend's exulting tones? Taste it not!' 1 WHAT WILL YOU HAVE? "Boys, what will you have? 11 — "You are kind, I'll have something good for the liver. 1 ' "I something to brighten my mind. 11 l, Aud I for the chills, for I shiver." lt Now what will you have? I am sure One favor deserves still another." All fiad some more ailments to cure, And drink from respect to their brother. And each one observes in his turn False notions of kindness and duty. Strange fevers within them soon burn, And lost is their innocent beauty. Now since you are clone, while you fret, And now while your members are aoliiug* Go ask yourself lt What did I get? Oh, is this the same 1 was taking? 11 11 Boys, what will you have?" — Oh, beware! 'Tis Satan who thus is besetting; YouMI have something good, you declare. But ruin of self you are getting. TO THE DOLLAR. No longer thee, O glittering dust, We'd seek, but rather Would strive for that which cannot rust, If it were true — tl ln God we trust 1 '■ — Iu God, our Father. 3G tl In gold we trust, 1 ' in letters bold Might well be written; Does not the land beg Whiskey's gold, Though us with misery untold Has Whiskey smitten? WATER ONLY. Clouds have oft come flying, Saving Earth from dying, But they never brought her Anything but water. O.ice a tenth-rate doctor Said and/ thereby shocked her: ww Water is too risky, You should have some whiskey." Plant and beast, however, Took it never, never. Man began to make it, Frequently to take it. But with every swallow Woe aud sickness follow. Thousand drinkers dying- Proved the Dr. lying. 37 Error's darkness fleeing, Man the truth is seeing: •'Water isn't risky, Death is in the whiskey." VICTORY WILL COME! Ho you liquor clan, Sending sickness, Seeking sleekness, From the weakness Of your brother man. Ho ye dealers bold! Prohibition Will make submission Your position, And your days are told. Ho ye brewer bands! Mark these verses: Ill-got purses Will be curses In your guilty hands. Victory will come! Bring Rum faster Dire disaster. Serve your Master, Save your land and home. 38 PROHIBITION. It doesn't prohibit? — Then wherefore exhibit So great consternation, So small exultation? The "Maine Law" a failure, Which still does assail your Combined operations To flood all the nations? Then why do you worry And bluster and hurry? You know, Mr. Brewer, It makes drunkards fewer. You fear prohibition. You know by its mission Your thousands invested From you may be wrested. And surely they ought to, Too long you have sought to Still make your purse sleeker By making men weaker. Your ill-gotten money Should go to make sunny 39 The homes so forsaken From which it was taken. God speed prohibition, That no more permission Not granted by Heaven By state shail be given. THE WHITE RIBBON. The "cords of love" that e'er should bind Each soul unto the other Like loving friend and brother, The cords that sweetly draw mankind To heaven so securely, Must be white ribbon surely. In true white ribbon hearts we find Such love, that 'tis no wonder We think the throne up yonder Must be with ribbons white entwined. THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS. Where is the freedom of the press? Ah, half of that is sold. Her strength, although it is not less, Is now by Rum controlled; Rum bought her with his gold. 40 The drunkard's child in hunger lies, And shall the press give aid? — Such freedom, no, her lord denies; His law must be obeyed, And silence must be made. An ill-clad wife is deathly pale, And shall the press tell why? — lt No, don't repeat her bitter wail, Dare not to breathe a sigh; Wilt thou my lash defy?" A tempted wretch goes down in drink, And shall the press proclaim? Cries Rum the louder, ''Let him sink.' 1 Alas, alas, what name Will fit for such a shame! Thank God, some daughters of the press Are still as ever free. They teJl the truth aud mankind bless; Some day their mates shall be, Too, freed from slavery. 41 AN EARLY COLD WIND. An early cold wind from the north Blew over a floweret red; It drooped on its little low bed; Fond Night poured h >r dewy tears forth; My sweet little ilower was dead. A wind of temptation has chilled So early my flower, my boy. I pray 'twill not fully destroy. God grant that he may not be killed, Sweet Ilower of my love, my joy. TWO WAYS. A piteous bloat With nondescript coat And tongue growing thicker, Down into his throat Is downing the liquor. As long as he quaffs The bar-keeper laughs. A speaker down street, A crank in a heat, A temperance kicker, Down under his feet ^ 42 Is downing' the liquor. As long as he howls The bar-keeper scowls. Friend, where do you stand, The right or left hand? And what is your record? By temperance grand, Or drunkennsss checkered? Which way are you in Of downing this sin? YE BELLS. Awike, Christian people, Awake to your mission. Proclaim from each steeple For Rum's prohibition. Let pulpits deliver A message of thunder; Till rumsellers shiver And fear for their plunder. Let trumpets be blowing A blast not uncertain. Let pastors be showing What's hid by the curtain. 43 Let preachers not tremble In work for the Savior. They need not dissemble, God's book's in their favor. God's word, from beginning Through John's Revelation, On sinner and sinning Tells strong condemnation. 'Tis sin to be drunken; The traffic makes sinners; It keeps clown the sunken And tempts the beginners. Blow louder and deeper: He's helping the devil Who helps the bar-keeper And drunkards to revel. Yes, stop your low "tooting" And blow your horn louder. Don't aim without shooting, Use shot, shell, and powder. Do make the pews rattle And rouse up the sleeping; Go, urge them to bat tie Against saloon keeping. 44 Don't pray the throne regal May come to our level, They vote to make legal The work of the devil. Now why are you staying Still with your old faction? The right kind of praying Will lead to right action. Make prayers more burning More earnest and hearty; Yon then will be turning Soon from your old party. . You then will see clearly Where once you were blinded; Love others more dearly, Be not so self-minded. You'll vote for protection Of children and mothers, For help in correction Of habit-bound brothers. You 1 !! make Mr. Brewer Fly out of our nation, Or look for a truer And better vocation. 45 You'll make the distiller No more such a harmer, But make him a miller Or good honest farmer. You'll make the saloonist Who ruins for money Go as a baloonist To regions more sunny. They all will rind places At work that is brighter, And thank with good graces The temperance fighter. Ye bells of the city So solemnly calling, Tell men to have pity On those that are falling. Ye bells of the nation, Forget not your mission; Ring out Rum's dictation, Ring in prohibition. 46 PATRIOTS. The ship of State he does not love, Who but admires her present motion Upon a yet unbroken ocean; Who only sees the flag above And white sail- wings as of a dove; Who but beholds her stately mast, And will not note the storm-wind blowing, Nor whither is the good ship going; Nor how is heaven with clouds overcast, But blindly glories in her past; Who will not see the rocks before And cannot therefore give the warning To save the crew from wreck and mourning; Who does not hear the breakers roar On ruin's ever -Hearing shore. Our much beloved ship of State Sails under captains blind aud risky Towards the rocks of Rum and Whiskey; She sails at an increasing rate, Oh, turn her, ere it be too late. 47 True lovers of the ship, turn ye Her course, and never leave her, never, That she may smoothly sail forever Upon a stormless, boundless sea Of freedom and prosperity. 'DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP.' It will either be our fate That we save the ship of State, Or destroy the schooner. Therefore 1 would sooner Help to batter Up the latter Of the two; Wouldn't you? THE BREWEK'S DAUGHTER. A hundred thousand dollars Was spent for the wedding day When the brewer's only daughter Was given by him away. But by a baker's window Near the home of the coming bride, Stood a ragged boy and his sister, And this is what she cried: tc Buy me a loaf of bread, 48 Buy me a loaf of bread, My mother is dying, maybe she has died. Buy me a loaf of bread." The carriages passed for the wedding, A glorious and grand display; And the coming bride was happy, Aud the coming groom was gay. But there by the baker's window Stood the children, hungry and pale; Scarce hushed by the hoofs of the horses Was heard their bitter wail: lt Buy me a loaf of bread; Mother is sick in ted; My father, poor father, they took him to jail; Buy me a loaf of bread." Amid the diamond's glitter And the rustle of bridal gown, They were married and then were driven To their home with front of brown. But the children had left the window And goi e to their hovel's gloom, Still hungry themselves, and their mother 49 Lay dead, lay dead in the room. "Mother, dear mother, is dead; Who now will buy us bread? Father — God save him — he cannot come home; Oli, for a loaf of bread. 1 ' But the brewer still continues On the weakness of men to live. God, curse the wealth he is robbing, Yet, God, his sins forgive. Oh, the homes that are made unhappy! Oh, the many that hungry go! Oh, the tattered ones that early Must say these words of woe: •'Buy me a loaf of bread; Mother, dear mother, is dead; Father, he loves us sometimes, we know, But — buy us a loaf of bread." AMERICA AND ARMENIA. ''Don't kill mamma! 1 ' the daughter cried, And clutched her drunken father's baud. Three children by the mother's side Were left in sadness when she died. Yet this was not on Turkish land. 50 Drink made that mother's rassiocs boil Who out the window threw her child. Ah, yes, it makes the sense recoil, And yet, 'twas not on Turkish soil Where happened this a deed so wild. Drink set that lover's brain a whirl Who killed his own intended wife, And then the sister of the girl; Though not a Turk, these did he hurl To sudden death in drunken strife. Then there was one who with a chair Struck down his sister to the grouud; Friends found her later dying there. And yet, it wasn't Turkey where This wicked, drunken brute was found. A father left four children die From want of food in winter's cold; And thousands more are death's door nigh. Alas, not even a Turkish sky Doth sadder sights than these behold. And yet, we think this all a dream, And only Turkish madness fact. Oh, could we but remove the beam That makes our sins unreal seem. Then surely we would go and act. 51 WHEN. When teachers teach it, And preachers preach it, And thus fulfill their mission, Then we shall reach it,— Rum's utter prohibition. WE ARE ON THE WINNING SIDE. Ah, Nero Rum Will lose his might When Jesus from The skies shall come And bring the bright Millenium. Should God delay Millennial peace, God grant we may liefore that day Make Rum to cease His bloody sway. Ah, sometime we This monster sin Subdued shall see. Then hopeful be, For right must win The victory. 52 RELEASE. tu O God, let me die; let me not go out, To battle again witli demons. 1 ' 'Twas the bitter wail of a man in jail, Sent there in delirium tremens. • And now he was well, his time was up, His release was to come on the morrow; lie prayed all night, the morning light Brought an end to his life of sorrow. They found him still on his knees at morn, But rigid in death's prostration, His hands as in prayer; God heard him there, And spared him the day's temptation. And when in the paradise on earth He awakes at the resurrection, His praise he will sound that Satan is bound And Jesus gives law and protection. Oh the many that tempt but the drunkard more And think that they are his betters. God pity the world that so many has hurled Into habit's fearful fetters. 53 THE BEREAVED MOTHER. Sad mother, who for many weary years Hast borne thy sorrow all alone, Hast for thy buried son shed hopeless tears, — Thy reckless child, and yet thine own; The creeds of men have wronged thy mother's heart, And wronged thy heavenly Father, too. Is God less just and loving than thou art? Is the Almighty One less true? Let God be true, though all men liars prove: His iove has ever been the same, Nov does his word unfold such lack of love, As teach the creeds that wrong his name. Thy son is dead, that's sad enough a loss; Nor will thy son again awake Till he who paid death's debt upon the cross His kingly rule o'er earth shall take. For death is death, and life is life indeed, Death- is not life in endless pain; All in their graves will hear Christ's voice and heed And will be made alive again. A present immortality within Is but the devil's first-told lie, When he ensuared our parent's into sin And said, tl Ye shall not surelydie." 54 The heavenly prize of immortality Is only for Christ's faithful Bride, — A future gift; they reign eternally Earth's future kings, at Jesus' side. But kings and priests must have their subjects, too, And these upon the earth will be; 'Twill come when God's millennial day is due, And Christ is known from sea to sea. Sad mother, there will then be raised to earth The millions that have never known Nor heard the Way nor spurned the Saviour's worth; 'Twill be for them the judgment throne. The sinned against, the sore deceived, the frail, Will all be raised and will be there; Christ's death will surely yet for all avail 1 , To give one trial, full and fair. And if they will be true and will obey, They'll endless life on earth obtain; But if they will not live, and turn away, They'll die and never live again. The second death is truly death, a death alway, It is not life in endless name; It is destruction, loss of life for aye, Despite the creeds that wrong God's name. 55 While every sin will surely bring its loss Both now and in the trial clay, Yet mercy will be streaming from the cross, That all may live who will obey. Thy son is not now suffering endless pain; God's word is true, though creeds deceive; He sleeps in death, and will be raised again; Sad mother, cheer thine heart, believe.