The Newtown bee., 1895-01-25
NEWTcW N. CONN. BEE.
 FRIDAY. JAN. ss, isss.
CIRCULATION.
Around the Preside.
REPLY TO "wHAT SHALL WE DOT"

REPLY TO ''wHAT SHALL WE DOT" What shall we do? query, ween. A knotty enigma, as already seen. We cast all about, from left to right, | Searching the fathomless, seeking the light Cropping in darkness, through all ages past, | seeking mooring our anchor to cast | Waited by winds of uncertain aim, United or single, resulting the same- The goal ot our hopes, ambitious to reach. The shadows we cast, the lesson will teach. We follow 1t up, we give it full chase, | To learn but the truth we're losing the race. Onward and onward, round every turn, Full in pursuit of the lesson we learn Just ready to capture the wicked old elf, He smiles and whistles, "frst capture your | selt."
 Then waits himself on, on wings of the wind. We'er lett tar behind, surely chagrined. Fai ing the object we set out to 70, Signing the query ot, "What shall we doe" The ways of the demon are tricky and trite. He smiles at a distance, "oh you're all right" Keep plodding along the well beaten track, "Were all right, you planned the attack" No wonder the query of "What shall we doE" It comes with echo to me and to you' Let it echo and echo OCT hilltop and lea, !
 the sea.
 Let it's piercing cry reach every heart, Till every soul with lips apart, Call aloud to the strong and the true, In echo, the query of 'What shall we do?" 'Tis not sufficient the query to ask, To solve this problem a herculean task. Tis easy to ask, then pass it along To some other fellow to echo the song. Yes, oh yes, we're proud to say, We're laboring hard in the good old way, Working and planning by night and by day, In churches and halls we sing and we pray, We lift up the fallen in efforts to save A worm of the dust, from drunkard's grave. | Calling the young to list to the voice, Ot reason and sense in making choice. To shun the snares the tempter has set, To trap the unwary in silvery net, To warn him ot dangers that lie in his path, Never forgetting Old Time with his snath, Who does some hard slashing in ways ot his
 own,
 Whetting his scythe with a heart of stone. To lead them a way from pitfalls of sin, To strengthen their courage, their confidence
 win,
 To tighten their burdens strengthen theh
 trust
 In counsel of wisdom good and so just. Moral suasion we've tried, it's justice it'
 power,
 | But somehow it doesn't seem fitting the hour | We've called in the law to lend us it's aid, } Through some of it's meshes, the debt will bt
 paid.
 Prohibition bobs up with fiery head, Soon to die if not already dead.
 Organizations otlegion name,
 With general results about the same. ; Put them together then cast up accounts \ What is the ratio to the full amount? 3 We're doing the work as well as we can, Whether 'tis done through woman or man. Still there comes to me and to you, The echoing cry of "What shall we do." | It speaks tor itself there's much to be done, : This rum hurdle race 'tis a fearful run. With the means at command we cannot keel pace, 5 Till some new blood comes into the race. The need of the hour is beyond the supply, E This is a truth that none can deny. But just what to do and how to do that, E Would fill to the brim enormous hat. E What weapons to use, and just how to wield Whether to carry a sword or a shield? | Whether move careful, assume a bold front Take open field, in a general hunt,
 '1is puzzle, yes, puzzle indeed,
 A cogent solution of the present need, Again comes the query painfully true, Echoiog still, Oh, "What shall " @ do?" We ask your attention now, to 8 theme, Which is not wrought by powder or steam Nor thunder, nor lightning, nor horses, no
 men,
 Not found in waters, hilltops or glen, Not even the great ethereal blue,
 Can offer a better more trite or true.
 We're brought to the fact, our missions be
 low,
 Where mortals are treading both to and fro, Where the struggling mass ot humanity
 form,
 Each adding their "mite" to the ravishi,
 storm,
 Gathering force as it rolls along,
 Echoing back it's ribald song,
 Haunting the "glove in the lace of it's toe," Onward and onward, still onward they go. We're still in the struggle with this torren
 of sin.
 Can nothing be done, the battle to win? The allies ot "rum,' they laugh in thei
 sleeve,
 While churches and people their work the.
 believe
 The only true and successful plan Of fighting this terrible foe of man. The work of the "League," the order law, "Rum" and his legions, they care not a straw From the ''T. A. B." to the X. Z's, } There's many a cure for the fell disc ase, While we save one, rum" reaps score, As time" rolls on may gather more. To reach the root, our aim must be A Not content to prune the tree. 7 Strike the blow directly home, d Take no heed of cot or dome, n Study the man from top to toe. ? The vulnerable point, we seek to know, |. With certain aim let fly the dart g To find it's "homeing" in the heart. 2 2 Would you, the secret ask of me n What all the world has failed to see? r 'Tis more than joy to give reply Tn words so true, that none deny, ). That sends thrill through every soul, That echoes long from Pole to Pole, i That every tongue the tale can tell
 The story of the "Magic spell"
 The story new and yet so old
 Der and o'er, 'tis often told, L On and on to end of "time," T The "Bells" will ring the tell tale chime, Tis waited us from realms above, = The song, 'tis sweet, it's name is "Love."
 My Temperance friends to you we come To loose the tongue that's long been dumb, Unfold a scheme that's new to you,
 And show to all, what we can do,
 Mankind are free to eat anu drink
 Tis also true, of what we think.
 Hence the reason why we fail
 To make the point, that we assaii,
 Ye cannot force, against the will,
 s.Man's the same opinion still"
 'sWhat shall we do" to stem the tide That sweeps the land in torrents wide? That brings disgrace, the soul benumb, That drowns the 'Home' in shame ant
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 Do simply this, Let all combine
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