Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1899-09-07

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Where he has dwelt, how dare we dwell
Meath yoke more base. more vile. profane :
How, meath King Whiskey's tyrant sway,
Our tax and stamp and offerings pay?
Meath scepter dipped in human gore;
Meath jeWel-wreatbed but stolen crown
Picked from the breakers dashing DER
The stranded wreck where souls went down
Each jewel coined in blood and tears
From hearts that yield the hope of years
For every gem this monarch wears,
Some hope must die, some heart must ache
And every trophy that he bears.
Out of = life some bloom must take.
Must all the dina, oncoming years
Still keep the step to fall of tears?
o, shall We bow to tyrant still,
Whose cruel, crushing chariot wheels
Roll over human hearts at WILL
Nor hseds the shrieks nor cares nor feels
For mothers woe DER slaughtered son-
For all the hopes he rides upOn2
And shall our coward lips be mute!
Shall honor crawl? Shall valor ny?
Shall none this tyrant's right dispute7
Shall men be slaves? Shall conscience die?
Bend to the dust our servile lip,
Through fear Of party threat or whip?
Take brides of Molochs worshipers?
Pour price of blood within our cup:
Speak only what their lips ayers?
Offer with them our incense up?
Barter away the truth for gold?
Like branded slaves be bought and SOLD?
False to his boast, empty and vain.
" no talks of valor, loud and long,
If bound by any cord or chain
To evil, robbery and wrong!
The brave all party ties let go
And vote THE tyrants overthrow!
Are freemen told that they must stand
By Whiskey's base foundation stone:
a fettered, craven, coward band,
FaWnlng on wrongs they'd ecorn to own?
That they must bow at ruins shrine:
Must offer praise to rum and wine?
AS well might children praise the dart,
And guard the guilty murderer's head,
That pierced an honored fathers heart
And kiss the hand blood athed ana red
Or mother praise traducer's fame
Brighter of her pure daughters name
Shall laws be passed to shield rum yetg
And wrong called rights And evil, good?
Omcial ward and guard be set
Round trampler on our Brotherhood!
Laws signet ring on stamp and seal?
Bid k1ngly truth to falsehood kneelr
But wrongs of victims, how redrsssedf
Cares partial judge for human woe?
If wife's or mothers suit be pressed
Tho laws strong arm no help can show
How, if they seek at drunkard'e haunt?
The door ls slammed with bitter tauntt
Must chains their loYsd and lost ones wore
The father and once noble son
That dragged them down to deaths dark
Be fsrged anew for younger one2
Must this deep cut with grief O'erfow?
Must this, the last, the dearest, gos
My country loved, whate'er betide?
Lond of the happy, free, and brave!
My boast. my glory. and my pride
Land twice baptized in blood to savel
Why dim the brightness with one stains
Why veil thy glory meath one shade?
Thro' prayers wrapped the Mayfower in
The eternal arms, from every foe,
Thus did they into life begin,
Rock by the Ma yfioWer's ebb and flow,
Sleep sweet? o, Graded liberty,
That ship is safe that sails with theel
For one is on this barque, at sea,
Who guards when widest pillows roar,
However dark the waves may be-
AS midst the Gains, when storms are DER
From ''pilloWed sleep" he wakes for thee
VINO stilled the waves of Gal1lee!
Shall we. who trust our fathers God,
And know the strength His arm inspires,
Kneel at wicked trafiic's nod,
And burn strange light on alter fires?
From one glad spirit. inmost shrine
The pilgrims faith is claimed as tkineI
Can we. who boast of noble siFes.
Bow at naughty tyaant's word?
Kindle to fame indignant fresl
Be freedoms emoldering emhers stirred!
By one free spirits bounding thrill.
Some pilgrim blood Is throbblDg stllH
By stored names, by Bunker Hill,
By YorktoWn's seige, by EutaW Springs,
By conscience loving freedom still;
By prayers that yet to Heaven take wings;
By name affection fingers on;
By sainted name OF Washington;
By later deeds that true ones wrought.
Where dark rebellion g war cloud hung.
When to nations every thought
Some war drum beat or bugie rung;
By deeds whose light on cOuntrys page
Shall beam unbalanced thro' change or age;
By Gettysburg, by Richmond'e fall;
By Sherman's march. by WeitZ'e fame;
By Vicksburg'e torn and battered wall;
By every noble hero's name;
By Lincoln's honOred martyred head;
By all the memories of our dead;
By our loved boys who marched in blue,
Bearing our floating ensign on;
By all the loved. the lost, the true;
By those from our own freslde gone;
By every halloWed name there be-
From rum's base yoke We will be free!
From North to South, from Fast to West.
From Geogia to the woods of Maine,
From valleys deep to mountains crest.
One voice shall join the loud acclaim;
And echOing hills shall hear the cry:
''King Alcohol is doomed to die"
MIS-. n. A. LEAvITT.