| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
|
|||
|
94 |
ODES AND SONGS. |
||
|
|
|||
|
There comes o'er the hills a discordant strain, Proclaiming', oppression exulteth again ; It fills every zephyr ; is borne on each gale, Bespeaking the widow's and orphan's sad wail.
'Rouse freemen, arouse, for action prepare,
Rush forth to retrieve your fond homes from invasion ;
Your breasts as of yore, to the battle make bare ;
But conquer by power of moral persuasion,
With manly resolve, let each one declare,
The yoke of intemperance, he never will bear ;
Fling out the white flag, let it float in the gale,
'Till temperance, all over our land shall prevail.
See parents unite, and children combine, To wipe off the scourge that degrades our fair nation; Their " lives, sacred honor, and fortunes," resign, To rescue their country from base degradation. Devotion's pure streams, incessantly rise, From woman's kind bosom, to God in the skies ; To lead on to conquest, the hosts of the free, And save the " asylum, of sweet liberty."
Our cause still goes on, we'll be undismayed;
The fountains of mis'ry will soon cease their flowing.
While Heaven directs us, we'll not be afraid,
For cold water armies to millions are growing :
In Israel's God, we'll still put our trust,
And boldly march onward ; " our cause it is just;"
Soon the white flag of temperance " in triumph shall
wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave."
G. W. M. |
|||
|
|
|||