Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1872-03-08
written for the Perrysburg JournOIl
WHO is TO BLAMEi
ny pLAoKuAwK.

ny BLAoKnAwK.
Ny neighbors and friends are making COM
plant,
That the laws o. the State, though pointed
and strong,
Have totally failed to effect restraint
OF the sale Of the Ardent that the wrong,
Is burden OF ruin, an unclean sir and shame,
Aud they ask in, their earnestness, "who 10 to
blame ?"
Twelve men in our town--sud only twelve
mem
Derive any gain from this wicked trade
Its evil effects, again and again,
Topic Of sermon and lecture is made
The theme is worn thread bare, while the spR
still grows,
Aud the twelve fatteu, still. on the common
wealth woes.
or the sad truth, that our streets are filed up /,
by day and by night, year In and year nut,
BY meu and by bOys-upon whom the cup
Has done its vile work-theres no room
for doubt
While women and children, hid away from
Aud wasted aud dying, send to Heaven Ihsiv
sad cries.
IA" says, ',is we'll known that the church
Of his choice
tIf the people would only adopt it),
By contrivance designed for soul hoist
Ing Though some churches claim to have
stopped it),
With it's doctrines aud rules, would lit the
soul up
To a level above all desire for the cup.
"B" has discovered. by diligent care.
That the claims made by "a" and his ses-
sion
Are only pretense--A sugary snare
Says the churches should all make con-
fessoni
That so close do the trade and the church in
terlace,
II yeu blot out the one, you the other efTace.
"C' is persuaded, the only true plan,
To find out the place to cast all the
blame
And FIX, beyond doubt, upon the right man
To carry the load OF foul sin and shame
Is, to make the vendor, who retails the vile
stuff,
Make report Of all men, who take mOrs &ar
enough.
"D" has his grave doubts but thinks it is
plain,
That "C" plan is wrong and clearly ab.
Says history shows It has always been vain
In cases like this, To depend on the word
! or those who're interested the real persons
to blame
Belong to a class that-'ds not prudent tc
name.
And, so Of us all, from IA" down to z,
Tho trade aud its wrongs we see and con
fsss-
No one its champion would covct to be.
We privately hate-nnd publicly bless
The great Lord Of all siHs-ihe foul King o
all crimes
And then, whine in our prayers, "Lord, w
mast sdue our dimes"
These, then, are Christians cannot forge
scene in the past The Master of all,
His temple approached, and at the door me
Those who bought and sold, in His hol,
hall,
Aud drove out tie rascals and proclaimed tha
the place
Must hsncerorth be kept clean. as the dwelling
of grace,
BrT WHO is To BLINR7 can any one tell :
II surely would seem an easy thing done
When-on the broad road which leads dow
to hell.
Through all grades of crime, beneath tn
bright sun
(Layiug up for themselves black record o
Men struggle by thousands there is some on
to blame
And Christian men stand, amid RUNS sa
wreck,
AID say to the world, with arms folded NJ
That all they can do, is tn put some check
On the mode and tense Cf death by th
| cup
Are they free from the sin Of numbering thei
sons,
When they silently license the numbering one:
Is the Rumseller, alone In the sin2
Shall he alone wear the ignohle crown?
The partition wall is wondrouSly thin
a,,l IL. ~.
Would scarce need the weight Of a feather
balance,
And our reputation is only a valance.
1t Is pitiful but truth must be told;
In vain we pretend the evil il wrorgh
Without our consent. Our curs'd greed {,
gold
Makes Of us poltroons, Till penalty -taugl,
BT the side Of the graves Of our lJved aud OF
lost.
OF our gold--when too late-we count up, II
vast cost.
The endless excuses the Rumseller makes
Can all be applied. bv EACH to ourselves
The blood guilty gain. he steadily takes,
To him, is the same. as our goods ON ou
shelves.
We acknowledge the wrong-we are filled wit
distress
} But say,"Frudenee alone can insure cur meeess
So, then. my neighbors, the wrong has com
back,
And come back to stay. Twill not
put down
by any pretense. So long as we lack,
The yignr tn fight, our beautiful town
No master will own, save the saloon keeper
bnnds,
And the Liood Of this wrong, will be found {
our hands.
PERRYsBuRG, March. 1872.