Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1888-11-17 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

TAYLOR.  Oh ! la there nothing we can do,  _ And nothing we can say That will assist mine troubled one Upon life's weary way! Yea most surely there io something Speaks for our sympathy ; Some fettered captive in bondage. Longing for liberty; Some face beseeching in ito look Which plainly asks for aid ; And he who'll sacrifice for such, Will surely be repaid, If not in coins of earthly wealth, And pounds of shining gold— Sufficient recompense will be If garnered in the fold; And sheltered by the tenderness, And sympathy of friends ; We cannot tell how much of joy, On everyone depends ; And everyone can speak a word, Or shed a ray of light Which perhaps will lighten some dark path, And chase the gloom of night. If men would strive for blessed [PAPP, For love, and not for gore ; Sink hated party selfishness, Drive envy from our shore; And live for higher principles, Than that of gilded fame ; Like empty vessels, sound the most And brand with living shame. There's work for millions yet to do, For willing hands there's time; Who'll labour and achieve some thsk,  In this and every cline; The world is just as large to-day,  As ever it has been ; Communities are struggling hard For poverty is keen ; The maases of our country call  _ At every step and turn; And woe to them who hedless pass Their cries for mercy spurn; We'll brand them with the brand of Cain,  Indelible the scamp; And years of time shall not erase, The brand of heartless scamp. We only need to casts glance Around on ev'ry hand ; And sorrow, grief, and mingled strife, Abound throughout the land. The suffling thousands who can scarce Keep life within the soul ,• Through slavish sin, which down our streets In streaming torrents roll; Hell's worst of curses to the weak, Who trembling take it up ; The glistening, all enchanting bowl Turns to the poisoned cup ; The gilded snare, the hidden trap, The Devil's reaping ground; The blight, the curse, alas its true, Millions their death have found ; Like a magnet it attracts them, Within its greedy grasp; And as poison brings the death-throes Drink brings the dying gasp; Like a serpent it beguiles them, Fresh as the new-tilled soil ; Like a momter it encircles, Within its deadly coil. We cannot blind our eyes to facts, Nor do we wish to try, But long as God shall give us breath, Such evils we'll decry; For are they not the ruin, of The pride of nature's birth; The ruin of the fairest gems That ever decked the earth? Ten thousand voices answer "Yea I" And thousands now in hell ; Would answer if they only could, • A ghastly tale they'd tell; For ev'ry vice beneath the sun, That human minds can think; Are found among the list, which swell The annals of strong drink ; Murder, rapine, follow the track, Of this so:unseal bin ; Deaf to the pleading, to all But that of hellish din ; Oh ! here is a field in extent, Wide as the Poles it lies; And the voice, and look of legions, Plead where our conscience lies. And the children of our cities Speak with a voice too well; They plead through the pinching hunger, Loud as a swayiny bell ; There's none can refuse to notice, Their gaping stare for bread; Mid scorching heat, and winters snow, They tramp with shoeless treed, They are outcasts of our cities, And tenants in our slums; But we hear their voices speaking, Loud as the roll of drums; Then surely our life is worth, The time it takes to live ; When so many are depending On looks we daily give ; Remember the struggling masses, Who toil 'neath loads of care; Whose life is a constant warfare, Thinst forces of despair; Here's work for the philantrhorhisie Who form the noble baud; \ Here's rescuing work for toilers On shipwrecks of our land ; Here's work for souls who are willing To work in the masters cause; And Christ will reword all efforts To songs and angels' applause. Ye toilers for God, though men may oppose, And enemies stand like numberless foes ; God waits to bestow the glorious crown' On all who have born the heat and the frown. Chapel-street, Dukiufield. ,  L