PoETIOAL FoUNT
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ere Natures minstrels quaff inspiring draught
From the New England Cataract.
rHE DRUNKARD'S CAREER.
knew youth Of manly form,
With forehead proud and high,
The bloom of health was on his cheek,
Joy sparkled in his eye.
He moved among his youthful friends,
The gayest of the gay,
Nor dreamed there was in store for him,
A bitter, bitter day.
He drank as thousands drank before,
Seldom, and lightly then;
To pledge the health Of lady fair,
Or please chosen friend.
But ah, he little knew what power
The sparkling cup possessed;
A power the strongest scarce withstood,
A sore and dang rous test.
He left his home and youthful friends,
Life morning clear and bright;
But ah, too soon, too soon, learn'd
Twas chang'd to darkest night
The habit formed in early youth,
Had strengthened with his strength,
Till DER bis appetite it gained
Complete control at length.
His form once manly and erect,
Is bound but not with years;
And rum, not care that look has given,
His bloated visage wears.
Forsaken by his early friends,
His youthful ardor chilled,
He lives to quaff the liquid fire,
The demon of the still.
And now, unless mothers prayer,
Or the magic pledge shall save,
A drunkard's wicked life he'll lead,
And fill drunkard's grave.
Oh then, by this warning take,
Ye lingerers at the bowl,
Lest it destroy your earthly all
And rob you of your soul.
Come sign the pledge, ye gallant youth,
And aid our glorious cause,
And show that you respect yourselves,
And reverence natures laws.
Come lift the banner high,


Give to the breeze its folds,
Till Alcohol shall driven be,
From every place he holds.