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WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 29
32 C. M.
DRINKERS AND SCOFFERS.
1 ALL ye who laugh and sport with death, And say there is no hell,
The gasp of your expiring breath, Will send you there to dwell.
2 When iron thunders bind your flesh,
With strange surprise you'll find, Immortal vigor spring afresh, And tortures wake the mind.
3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names
Of plagues you scorned before, No more shall look like idle dreams, Like foolish tales no more.
4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
With flames upon your tongue, When you exchanged your souls away, For vanity and songs.
33 L. M.
1 THROUGH all the various passing scenes
Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen The beautiful vicissitude.
2 When lowest sunk with grief and shame,
Fill'd with afflictions bitter cup, Lost to relations, friends and fame, Thy powerful hand can raise us up.
3 Thy powerful consolations cheer,
Thy smiles suppress the deep fetch'd sigh, Thy hand can dry the trickling tear, That secret wets the widow's eve.