Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1874-10-02
VII

IT'S summer; the gardens are painted in bloom.
And the zephyrs of evening breathing perfumes
All nature is rostingi the bliss seems profound,
As II earthland and clOudland Ely stun had found.
Hark. bark! There's a cry. There's n wall on the
air
'Tis murder, foul murder, shrek Of despair
No matter, there's license the liquid to sell,
There's license to pave the dark pathway to holI.
IT'S winter and midnight, and fierce howls the
blast,
And the storm from the ocean drives furious and
fast;
And form, once Of fbeauty, nits noisoessly by
There Is death in her pallsr, despair in hor eye.
Before, the dark river rolls turbidly on,
There's shrek and plunge, and n victim has gone
To join the lost millions. Oh friends, Is 1t well,
Still further to pave the dark pathway to hell
Oh toilers of EARTH in this land Of the free,
II is yours to redeem, II redeemed We shall be
Our banner is waving come, now join the ranks,
And to God will your wives and your children give
thanks.
No longer your heart-broken loved ones shall weep,
We are strong to redeem you, and stronger to keep
Swell the tide Of advancement, with US come and
dwell,
Aud license no moro the dark pathway to hell.
Oh, guides to salvation, yo priests of the cross,
Have you studied the question the gain and tho
loss!
Have you weighed tho temptation to sin in tho winO
When none but the pure on Jesus reclino'
Heed not your false prophets plead not for the sin
Which by little beginnings destruction will win
No! Despite Of your canting Archbishop Purcell
No license to pave the dark pathway TO hell.
XI
No license still further to paupers create,
No license 10 ruin, no license TO hate
And dishonor true manhood TO iniamy greet,
No license with Outeasts to people tho street.
No license 10 take the last crust from the poor,
No license TO seof when their children implore;
Against license for all these high crimes robel-
No scense to pave the dark pathway to hell
XII.
Tho Goddess Of Freedom, with courage sublime,
Has Just yanqushed monster that threatened her
cline
Now her eye aercely blazing, sees her loved sod,
Another that trnes with freedom and God
Twas not God or Nature that placed on the earth
A curse so abnormal, so monstrOus in birth,
As the ie-sealng, death-dealing soulssathlng well
That flows onward to people the regions Of hell.
Shall this nation with all of Gods blessings endowed
In the sunlight Of life choose the pail and tho shroud
Give way TO the monster, and fall ut his feet,
And the story Of old-tims republics repeat
Ropel the delusion arise In our pride,
Or In vain Is the blood Of the martyrs who died
To redeem from oppression. We shall not excel
While there's license TO pave the, dark pathway 10
hell.
XIV.
'Tls the gin Of the ages, by heroes brought down,
'Ts the presents best guerdon our glory 10 crown,
Break the maniac's foul ieter the captive sot free
Let forever be barren the cursed gallOws tree
Let the senator's judgment be calm and serene,
Lot the ermine Of Justice from baseness bo clean
And consign TO obvlon's darkness to dwell
The age when was licensed pathway to holl.
XIV.
Then the mountains shall echo, the valleys shall ring
And the isles Of tho their offerings shall bring
And the "Child Of the Ages" tho 'star of the West
Shall be truly and proudly the "Land Of the blest"
On her bosom the poor and oppressed shall reclne,
With ennobling surroundings To raise and refine
While the mothers dread tales to their children viii
tell,
Ola tune when was licensed pathway to hell