Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-09-10
POEM.

WHICH We puDIltU IN lull
POEM.
Up the steep and rugged mountain,
Toiling with patti nee slow,
Tired and thirsty, almost fanting
From the hot suns lurid glow:
How the heart will thrill with gladness,
AS We catch the welcome sound
OF the murm1ring of the water
AZ it rises from the ground.
SpringiDg irom the rocky mountain
In thousand Tiny rllls,
Bnhbling, garg ling, sparkling water,
Forming brooks upon the hills.
Rushing downward, leaping, dancing,
Watch its course rs down IL flows
See L broaden, widen, DEEPEN,
Mountain streamlet how it grows.
Forming rivers, deep and mighty,
Bearing on lite bosom wide
Freights of human lives and burdens
swiftly calling W tn the tide.
Onward sweeping, boldly rushing.
Reach at last the trackless sea
Mighty, grand, and noble ocean,
Ebbs and nows in bundles glee.
Tiny source far up the mountain
Now power great and grand,
Connecting link between the ma tons
Binding near, and foreign land.
Broad and deep. and still and boundless
Tiny brook We own thy might.
Bow our heads in deep Thanksgiving
Prsising God TO h noon and night,
For thy power so great and varied
And We liken unto thee,
Brook and river. lake and ocean
Our beloved Good Templary.
Years agone We started puny,
Like the rivuet so small.
Hardly knowing If the changes
AS they came. would rse or fall.
just a few of noble members
Waving forth the banner brave
Bait ins Tor the right OF freedom,
Round the slave of rum to save.
Valiant men and earnest women
Banded by the chord of love,
With falth eubli ne, relying
On the "Ruling Power above.
Seeing death and devasts ton
swiftly following the train
or Incorporate deeds, aud habits,
Causing mischief, woe, and pain.
Hark the strain is caught by hundreds,
Waited onward like the breeze.
Echoed from n illion hilltops
Floating far out Ter the seas.
TN to-day, we count by thousands,
And We multiply by ten.
Brave and honest, staunch and faithful
Tried and true. and loyal men.
Not confined to creed and color
And our vineyard is he world.
Over almost every portion
Is our TEN perance banner fufled
From the Sandwich Isles to India
From New Zealand's rugged heights,
From the desert sand of Asia,
TO Prince Edwards beacon lights;
Flows the tidal wave of temperance,
Moving steadily along
Till to-day we stand before you
An army, sure and strong.
And the question comes unto u.s.
Can we stop the tide of woe,
That Is sweeping DER our nation,
Like the mighty rivers faw?
Can we heal the broken hearted.
Raise the fallen up again.
Staunch the tears of homeless orphans
And blot out the bitter pain
Relieve the caseless mourning
OF the drunkards wTetched wife
Stop the sale ofrum, that's causing
All this misery and strife2
We Will own the cause gigantic
We confess opposed strong,
But we've buckied on the armor
And wen right this bitter wrong.
Not ut once is all accomplished,
Rod by rod he miles are run,
Block by bleck the tower was bu,ded
Word by word the book Is done
We cannot jump DER the mountain,
step by step will take the round
Drop by DIR composed the ocean,
Minute grains OF sand the ground.
Slavery's chains at last were broken
Heather idols thrown aside
BY the swift electric current
Toiings travel far and wide
Art ana science, wit and wisdom
All that man can do or dare
Will be brought into the contest
Aided on by wOman's PRAYER.
Our pl .tiorm is q Prohibition,
We would stop Illegal sale,
Not only Of old Medford
But the iIhter wines and ale.
And We would turn new cider
Into vinegar 10 strong,
That twould take dozen oxen
To draw cask along.
We accord 10 Faith It's mission.
We have Charity for all,
And Hope" that steadfast anchor
saves the soul from many iall,
Total abstinence our motto,
Our object Is 10 save
The young and pure, from falling
Into a drunkerd's grave,
To lit up those who've fallen,
To restore the guilty one
To place them on an equal
With our daughter and our son.
To help the poor and needy,
To wipe away the falling tear,
To still the orphans waiting
And the widows heart TO cheer.
We believe in moral suasion,
We will talk, and preach and pray,
If our preaching isn't needed
THEN the law must have its way
Like the broad ana mighty ocean
We are strong In power and might
Working out our noble mission.
Come and join us in the right.
Will you come and join our army,
There lie work enough for all,
Rouse ye up to noble action,
Heed the loving Saviour's call
"Go ye out into my vineyard
Wha soccer ye earn I'll pay
Banded heart and hand together
soon will dawn the Brighter Day.
ABBIE X. MARDEN.
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