From the New York Organ
IT'S THE BANNER WE'VE CHOSEN.
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From the New York Organ.
IT'S THE BANNER WE'VE CHOSEN.
O, say can you see, as aloft to the breeze,
with Heavens best rays on II silently beaming,
Our banner display'd, with its emblems Of pence,
Our hope and our pride, whilst with radiance streams
e4# ing;


The bright star Of Temp'rance the shadows dispel
Ger the votries Of the wine-cup which enchantingly


fell
IT'S the banner we've chosen o long may it wave,
As signal of hope, the suffering to save.
Mid the darkness Of night when our sons and our sires,
Bow'd their necks to the yoke Of the despot, en-
l. claiming


The hearts fondest treasures and purest desires,
From home and from us our belov'd ones estrangng;
Twas then that appeared the bright glim ring Of morn,
And mid days coming gories our banner was borne.


'.Tis the banner, &c.
The rapture we feel as delivered and free,
BY the power Of the pledge from the winc.cups op-


preston,


Unite us as brothers, whilst our Order shall be,
As fast-anchor'd hope, the redeetnd ones posses


sion;


And our banner the signal of victory achieved,
Float in triumph the bearer to thousands relieved.


IT'S the banner, &c.
Then aloft in our van, as the "Sons' in the fight,
In the blest cause of Temp for victry con-


tending,


Shall our proud ensign wave, and our emblems delight
The wand'rer returning, the sad one befriending;
Whilst beneath its broad folds in rapture and peace,
The pris'ners of habit hear whisperd release.


IT'S the banner, &c.