!: From the Autobiography of J. B. Cough.
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From the Autobiography of J. B. Cough


TWO YEARS AGO.
1ritten for J. B. Cough by the Rev. John Porpont


TUNE 0 no, ,Oe neuer mention him.
Two years ngo, mighty chain
Had bound me to the bowl,
Its links lay burning on my brain
And crushing down, my soul;
My mother, far from scenes of strife
t Was, in her grave, laid low.
And not star shone on my life
But two short years ago.
Two years ago, the loafng throng,
That hung around the Inn,
Would say" Come, sing us now song,
And you shall have some GIN"
And / the drunkard's catch would TROLL
The lowest Of the low,
And then in drink would drown my soul,
But two short years ago.
Two years ago, upon the edge


Of Ruins gulf | lay;
Iwoke-I rose-I signed the pledge
Two years ago to-day:
That pledge hath saved my drowning soul,
From sorrow, pain, and woe;
Twas that, that helped me dash the hoWi
Away, two years ago.
And now a glorious sun hath risen
To cheer and bless my soul:
feel my freedom from my prison
My bondage to the bowl:
A thousand friends, with anxious care;
Their arms around me throw,
To keep me from the gulf of Fear


sought two years ago.
Two years ago, thy name, Q God,


named but to blaspheme
The holy courts never trod;-


Forgive me, Power Supreme
And help me do some little good,


In lifting up the low,
Who now are standing, where stood


But two short years ago.