From the Crystal Fount.
DRUNK KENNESS.
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My native land! amid Thy cabin homes,
Amid thy palaces demon roams;
Frenzled with rage, his subtle wrath,
He crushes thousands in his fiery path,
Stalks through our cities unabashed, and throws
Into the cup Of sorrow, bitterest woes
Gives TO the pang of grief an added smart,
With keenest anguish wrings the breaking


heart


Drags the proud spirit from its envied height,
And breathes on fondest hopes killing blight,
Heralds the shroud, the coffin. and the pail,
And graves thicken where his footsteps fall.
Ho! for the Rescue! ye whose eyes have seen
The ruin wrought where drunkenness hath


been


Ye who have gazed upon the speechless griel
VI early wldowhood that mocked relief
YeWho have heard the Orphans struggling


sigh,


When mad with agony, he prayed to die
Ye who have marked the crime and shame


that throng


Like siateless 6ends the drunkard's way along
Ye who can tell his everlasting doom,
When darkly over him shall close the tomb,
Up for the conflict! let your battle peel
Ring on the air, as rings the clash of steel,
When rank to rank, contending armies meet,
Trampling The dead beneath their bloody feet |!
Up, We are bdden to a nobler strife
Not 10 destroy, but rescue human life
No added drop in miser's cup TO press,
But minister relief 10 wretchedness--
10 give the long lost father TO his boy
TO cause the widows heart to sing with Joy
Bid plenty laugh, where naughty famine howls,
And pour the sunlight o'er the tempest scowls
Bring TO the soul, that to despair is given,
A new found joy-a holy hope Of Heaven.