Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-02-17

That's changln' things around,
And putin purity on top
And liquor Underground
You thought there was no end 10 il
The fuss.n' and the fight,
The Hwearin' and the drinkin' too,
You've seen from day to night;
Bn; cah tell you news, my boz,
Tharll make your poor heart glad,
Bout how the good on this old earth
Ia warrin' agin the bad.
Al first the odds seemed mighty slim;
The devil had the field,
But when ,oomdn sets her head,
The DEVILS got 10 yield;
Because, though he Is powerful.
And knows just how to fight,
With God and woman chasin' him,
He'll drop clean out OF sight.
And women are upon his track;
II dIdn't take 'em long,
~ oeS nv" Sosah hiu ubth
In strong drink-deyilish strong;
And how, imp like, he leaped from there,
And sported with the soul
Of the lesser devil, drinkin' down
Death from the fowrn' bowl;
How every drop 80 beautiful
Held demons OF its own,
Changed words Of love to words Of hate
Turned hearts of flesh to stone.
Made shlnin' intellecls grow dull,
Aud many child and wifs
Bend, crushed aud cryin' from the want
And the disgrace Of life.
Men of all ages, boy, have aaid
That home is.woman's sphere,
Then now's the time for her TO Up
And make the sayin' clear.
She's found that there are bigger things
To form a home ideal,
Than fancy Tides, mats and such,
Made up on hooks OF steel;
There's bigger hooks than crochet ones
A pnllm' for her boys,
To get them into dsvlment,
Before they're done with toys.
lfby some miracle, my boy.
We could rec all o'et the land,
We'd see aIght to take the breath,
And strengthen each brave hand;
For, North and South and East and West
Wed sec he women, workin'
For "God and Home and Native Land :,
Witho 1t thought o shirkin';
A mixin' wise plans with their dough,
Aud a-prayin' while they scrub,
A washin' plates. and rubbin' gIass,
With \ scheme for every rub.
Men c'll them vain why lad, they'd give
Their very best new bonnet,
Aud wear and old and shabby one,
Without a jim-crack on IL;
To help the temperance cause along;
And one heard of, lad,
That offered all her long, soft hair
The only thing she had.
When you have studied with my boys,
You'll know, how long ago,
The Carthage women gave their locks
For bow strings 'gaInst the foe;
And no this woman, bless her life
Though all unknown to fame,
Burned, with the same unwavering heart
Her sacri6cial fame.
An so il is the country DER;
They give their very best,
They 6ght, and sing. and work, and pray
Nor ever stop 10 rest.
Their message go ayin' swift.
A-leavin' lines of light,
That quick and sure, will chase sway
sins fOulest, blacklist night.
Its like web, incrsasIn' fast,
Till il gets SO strong and bright,
I'LL blind old Sttan's wicked eyes,
And trip, and bind him tight,
And while he struggles all in vain,
A shout will Yend the air
or Thanksgiving, and Joy, and praiae,
Oi victory, and prayer.
So glad, Gods angels surely will
Take up the glad refrain,
And through the heavenly kingdom
Make 1t ring, and ring again.
1 tell yon, boy, the day gm come
OF demon Drinks delainin',
For faithful w0man's after him
She don't know when she's beaten;
She'll rise the stronger from each fall,-
But, come, the sun grows hotter;
Back to the field IN take the pail
OF waier-blessed water l. Ua ion Signa