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id Written by lady IA years OF age expressly for,
and sung at the celebration of Brooks Division
Sons Of Temperance, Me. @
" : Come ye who seek the mad'ning bowl
,s That browns the senses ehills the soul;
Renounce Wine, Brandy, Gin, and Rum,


Then come, and welcome, brothers, come.
4 u Give us your heart, give us your hand,


Come Join our social happy band;
Avoid that almost certain doom
h9N''t A drunkard's grave: oh; brothers come
Our joy, our sympathy you'll share,


Well shield you with brothers care
In bonds of love none need presume
To sever us, then, brothers, come.
The lowly poor, we don't despise


Nor from the afflicted, turn our eyes
No titled honors we assume,


But equal all SO brothers come.
Help us to carry out the plan


OF love to GOD, and love to man,
Within our hearts we would make room
Ia For all the world come brothers, come.
Come friends; come enemies; come all
4 Come help us roll the temperance ball.
Till light, and joy, succeed the gloom a
lntemperance spreads; come brothers come
Our motto this forever be,
Love, Purity, Fidelity"
'2 OF secrets, these our total sum,


Now come and welcome, brothers, come.