DOWN WITH THE GROCERIES

sY GEORGE BuRLFY,
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Down with The groggeries. down
Crush them forever more
No'longef LEI lkeir dark walls iIown-
Their fiery torrents pour; y
Roll on them like the lhundergusl,
And dash their chambers 10 the dust.
There, deeds that mock the day, n
With fearless front are done,
The slayer crouches there 10 slay
The poor unweary one;
And beggard wretches lingering there,
Are robbed of all they have and are.
Who hath he spared. who Turks


Within the spoilers dem
The man-fend who in trembling. works,
The overthrow of men2
All none--for, with unerring aim,
Have sped his arrows, barb'd with fame
Brother! thine own right hand


The fiend hath torn away;
Him who was wont by thee TO stand
In every evil day;
The robber lured him TO his cell,
Slew him, and dragged his soul 10 hell.
Father where is thy son?


Behold yon beggard form,
Stripped by the God-abandoned one,
And covering in the storm;
IT'S he who once was all thy Joy,
Thine own belovad, thine only boy.
Son how the monster mocks


Thy woes, no tongue can name;
He uod thy fathers thin grey locks
Down to the grave in shame,
And now upon thy soul and limb
Would bind the chain that fettered him.
Widow sad weeper-thou


And all thy starving ones,
Have built the robbers den, and now
He fattens on your groans;
He cannot pity we who gave
Your loved one to the drunkard's grave.
Brother, and sire. and son,


Widow, and orphan boy,
Ye all have known the cruel one
The mighty to destroy;
Then on and in the name Of God,
Tread down his temples to the sod.
In truth and virtue strong.


On in the moral strife,
To stsR the robbers arm Of wrong
The waste Of human life,
On! till from the hills and glens
Are swept the spoilers reeking dens.


---L