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From the New England Washingtonian.
HE rs A MAN AGAIN.
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From the New England Washingtonian.


HE rs A MAN AGAIN.
The drunkard mused, and Ger his soul


Swept thoughts of by-gone years,
And visions of full many scene,


Radiant again appears;
And waves of childhood's ether sky,
Gold-tinted still came fitting by.
The drunkard wept, for on his heart


Weighed dark whitening blight!
Life's day to him seem'd sunless now,


Starless and cold its night!
And all the joys he once had known,
He feared forever hence had flown.
The drunkard prayed, and bark now fell
Upon his spirits eur,
In music tones soothing spell,


His anguish'd soul to cheer;-
And hope, with relit, loving ray,
Broke on his long benighted day.
The drlnkard smiled for 10! the bow


Of peace again beamed bright,
And from his vice-dimmed mind had fled
The shades of misery's night.
Prayer potent, broke the enslaver's chain;
He smiled--he was man again.