THE SONG OF INTEMPERANC
@s.'.a BY cHARLEs WILSON, U. s. A.
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~ To death, wo, and fierce destruction
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And rights divine, y
saa Ha! they're flowers that fade in day
.s..a To the power Of Wine, 3,r, Irt
us The young, the old, the great and gay,
sa9saa All, all are mine, a0 le''


They drink for JOY Or drive their care away
49, In sparkling wine; 5
,ass Of all that live, i love but a few


And they are wise;
,3Sl Icare not-they trouble us not below
,yIaA But soar to the skies,
a. Ha, ha, death chuckles as pass, M


And Satan warns his cell. a6
AS snatch my millions from life
eie. And hurl them 10 Hell.
nah WAsHINGroN, D. G. March 3, 1916.