The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1865-07-18
Biteth Like o Serpent.


Let me go hence; / must have rum,
must have rum.
IT'S he It's he my aged sire
What has disturbed thee in thy grave
Why bend on me that eye of fire 7
Why torment, since thou canst not savsf
Back to the churchyard whence you've come
Return, return but send mo rum.
@ OIL send me rum.
Why is my mother musing there.
On that same consecrated spot
Where once she taught me words Of praysrf
But now she hears-she heeds me not.
Mute in her winding sheet she stands
Cold, cold, feel her icy hands
Her icy hands
She's vanished but deArer friend
know her by her angel smile
Has come her partner to attend,
His hours Of misery to beguile;
Haste haste loved one and set me free
'Tyese heaven to 'seape from hence TO thee
.N From hence 10 thee,
She does not hesr-away she flies,
Regardless of the chain wear,
Back to her mansion in the skies;
To dwell with kindred spirits there.
Why has she gone Why did she come
GOD, I'm ruined Give me rum,
o. give me rum.
Hark bark for bread my children cry
A cry that drinks my spirits ppi
But It's vain, in vain To try
o give me back the drpnkards cup;
NV lips are parched, my heart is sad
This cursed chain twill make me nladi
Twill make me mad
It won't wash ont, that crimson stain
I've secured those spots, and made them
white
Blood reappears again,
Soon a. morning brings the lighti
When from nv sleepless couch / come,
To see-to feel-O give me rIm,
must have rum.
'Twas there heard his piteous cry.
And saw his last inploring look.
Bnt steeled my heart, and bade him die
Then from him golden treasures toak:
Accused treasure-stinted sum
Reward Of guilt Give-give me rum,
OF give me rum.
Hark ! still hear hat piteous vail &
Before my eyes his specter stands.
And when it frowns on me, quail;
OF | would fly to other lands
But that pursuing. there twould come
There's no escape! o give me rum.
o. give me rum.
Guard | guard those windows-bar that door
Yonder armed bandits see
THEY'VE robbed my house Of oil its store,
And now return to murder me,
THEY'RE breaking in don let them como;
Drive-drive them hence-but give me rum
o! give me rum.
fstake again not l mo more,
Heartless, accursed gamester Mol
/ staxed with thee my all before,
And from thy den beggar 60.
Go where? A suicide to hell
And leave my orphan children here,
In rags and wretchedness to dwell .u
A doom their father cannot bear.
Will no one pity no one come p
Not thou o come not, man OF prayer
Shut that dread volume in thy hand
For me dlmnation written there
No drum kard can in judgement stand
Talk not of pardon there revealed
No, not to met is too late
NV sentence is already sealed
Tears never blot the book Of fate.
Too late too late these tidin 8 come;
] must have rum.
Thou painted harlot, come not herel 5r
know thee by that lecherous look
know that silvery voice | hear
Go home and read Gods holy book,
For thee there's mercy-not Tor me
Pm damned aready--words can tell
What sounds hear, what sights see
m sure it can't te worse in hell
See how that rug those reptiles soil
They're crawling 0 er me in nay bed
feel their clammy, snaky coil
On every limb-around my head
With forked tongue see them play;
hear them hiss-tear them away
Tear them away
A fend fiend with mapy q dart,
Gares on me with his boodshot eye,
And aims his missiles at my heart
OF whittier whittier shall fly2
Fly no it is no time for flight!
know thy helli.h purpose we'll
Ayaunt ayaunt, thou hated sprite.
And HE thee to thy native hell ]
He's gonel he's gone and am free;
He gone the faithless braggart liar
He said he'd come to summon me-
See there again-my bed's on fire
FIRE. water helpi o haste l die
The flames are kinding around my head
This smokei I'm strangling cannot fly
Of snatch me from this burning bed
There there sgain-that demons there,
Crouching to make u fresh attack
See how his flaming eye-balls glare
Thou fend Of fends, what's brought thee
back
Back in thy car ? For whom2 For where
He smiles-he beckons me to come
What are those words thoust written there
"ISukLL TBEr NEVER WANT FoR niHF T.
In hell they never want for .uIp.
Not want for rum Read that again
feel the spell haste. drive me down
Where rum Is free where jewellers reign,
And can wear the drunkard's crown.
Accept thy proffer, fend Z will,
And TO thy drunkard banquet come
Fill the great canldron from thy still
With boiling, burning. fiery rum
There will quench this horrd thirst
With boon companions drink and dwell,
Nor plead for rum, as here i must
There's liberty to drink in hell.
/. Thus raved that maniac rum had made
Then starting from his haunted bed
On on, ye demons, on he said
Then silentsunk-his soul had ned.
Scoffer beware he in that shroud
Was once a moderate drinker too,
And felt rs safe--declsimed as loud
Against extrayagance, as you.
And yet ere long saw him stand
Refusing. on the brink Of hell,
A pardon from his Savior's hand,
Then plunging down with friends 10 dwell
From thence, methinks, hoard him say,
Dash, dash the chalilc break the spell,
Stop while you can, and where you may
There's no escape when once in hell,
o God, thy gracious spirit send,
That we. the ncckers snare may fy.
And Tins escope that dreadful end.