the use and need of the life of carrie a. nation-第66章
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For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine。
O; John! How it crushed me when first in your face;
The pen of the 〃Rum Fiend〃 had written 〃Disgrace;〃
And turned me in silence and tears from that breath;
All poisoned and foul from the chalice of death。
It shattered the hopes I had cherished to last;
It darkened the future and clouded the past;
It shattered my Idol and ruined the shrine;
For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine。
I loved you; O! dearer than language can tell;
And you saw it; you proved it; you knew it too well;
But the man of my love was far other than he
Who now from the 〃tap room〃 came reeling to me。
In manhood and honor; so noble and right;
His heart was so true and his genius so bright;
And his Soul was unstained; unpolluted by wine;
But the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine。
You promised reform; but I trusted in vain;
Your pledge was but made to be broken again;
And the lover so false to his promises now;
Will not as a husband be true to his vow。
The word must be spoken that bids you depart;
Though the effort to speak it would shatter my heart;
Though in silence with blighted affections I pine;
Yet the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine。
If one spark in your bosom of virtue remain;
Go fan it with prayer; till it kindle again;
Resolved; 〃God helping;〃 in future to be
From wine and its follies unshackled and free。
And when you have conquered this foe of your Soul;
In manhood and honor beyond its control;
This heart will again beat responsive to thine;
And the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine。
Unknown。
WAR AMONG THE POETS。
From the Royal Arch News; the warhorse of the booze hoodlums;
the snapdragon of the jungle; the siren of Hades。
〃The Lips that Touch Liquor Shall Never Touch Mine;〃 so sings
Miss Cora Vere; who writes jingle for the Anti…Saloon press; and this is
the reply that the R。 A。 News would make:
The lips that touch liquor don't hanker to touch
The lips of a maiden like younot much!
If a mannot a milksopshould happened to wed
A creature like you; he had better be dead;
For never a moment of peace would he see
Unless he would bow to your every decree;
If he smoked a cigar; or drank beer; you would make
A hell of his home; and perhaps you would break
Into court and denounce him; in search of divorce;
And fools would uphold you; as matter of course。
Perhaps; like the Nation; a hatchet you'd take
And his bottles of beer and cigar…boxes break;
And get your name blazoned in all of the papers;
By your rowdydow talk and unwomanly capers;
No! the lips that touch liquor don't hanker to touch
The lips of a female like you arenot much!
I am not a poet myself but I am fortunate in having a friend that
is; so I called on him to meet this antagonist with a nobler steel; and
behold the defeat of this champion of a dying cause:
AN AMERICAN COUNTESS; OR LADY VERE。
〃The lips that touch liquor; shall never touch mine;〃
The meaning is clear; the sense is divine;
Bespeaks a clear head; an unsullied heart
A fortune from which no sane man would part。
O; God! give us more of such women; we pray;
Then slop…pots of whisky we'd urge to the fray。
The hatchets of 〃Carrie;〃 and Cora Vere;
Would knock out the spigots and bungs of whisky。
An army like those would drive them pell…mell;
For safety they'd Hazen; and think they did well
To escape from the jury of women turned loose
Who have drank to its dregs the damnation of booze。
The idea that women would 〃hanker〃 to touch;
The lips of a demijohn; I guess not〃not much;〃
A forty…rod pole should line up between;
No nearer than that a fair lady be seen。
So now; 〃Indiana; of Royal Arch News;〃
You've taken great pains to give us your views;
I take up the gauntlet; and venture reply;
I stop not to argue; but simply defy。
You say in one case one had better be dead
Than with a good woman in wedlock be wed:
But somewhere I've read your kind do not die;
But passing from earth; 'are hung up to dry。〃
Besotted with whiskey;unfitting to tell;
Even Satan himself avoiding the 〃smell;〃
Before then we part; I would bid you adieu;
Reform while you maybegin life anew。
If you have a surpluslike Lady Vere;
Please pass them around; turn them over to me;
〃A la Hobson〃I'd venture to sample the store;
And look o'er the fieldyes! and 〃hanker〃 for more。
Sparta; Mo。 D。 E。 GRAYSTON。
〃GOD BLESS OUR CARRIE NATION。〃
May she live to see the day;
When the liquor traffic will be no more;
When the traffic of the devil
Will all be swept away
And God's peace remain supreme from shore to shore。
God bless the hatchet wielder;
May it never cease to strike;
Till it drives the cursed intemperance from our land
Let us stand for God and duty;
Till we gain the Eden of beauty
And be what God designed for us;
A happy union band。
God bless our Carrie Nation;
Give her courage; strength; and might;
To go forth in former battlements arrayed。
Till this cursed intemperance;
Will be driven from our shore;
From every village; hamlet and the glade。
O; God raise up a million;
Of our Carrie Nation minds;
That they may fight for freedom; from the thrall。
Let's join our hands with Carrie
And do not let us tarry;
Oh; let us toil for Jesus one and all。
AMERICA'S HISTORIC HATCHET。
Ere Yankee Doodle came to town;
And routed king and tory;
Three words sublime were writ by time
To live in song and story;
〃George Washington〃immortal name
There's few or none can match it;
His father's favorite cherry tree;
And 〃George's little hatchet。〃
In Boston's harbor next we trace
The little hatchet's story;
In smashing up the Crown's tea…chests;
It won a crown of glory。
And every time Wrong shows his head;
That weapon 〃bald doth snatch it;
For patriot hands are ever found
To wield the 〃Yankee hatchet。〃
A century and more has passed;
With blooms and blizzards blowing
O'er Kansas' plainswhere corn and grains;
'Round happy homes are growing;
Where statutes pure close each 〃joint〃 door;
Forbidding to unlatch it;
There; in the fight; defending Right;
We find our 〃loyal hatchet。〃
The boy who 'could not tell a lie;〃
The flag of freedom planted;
He shelled 〃Corn〃wallis to the 〃cob〃
On Yorktown's field undaunted。
Since then; our tea is duty free
No Briton dare attach it;
While the new woman in the case;
Now poses with the hatchet。
She dares to fight a gorgon fight!
A cruel monster hell…born;
Whose hungry maw; ignoring law;
Mocks misery's tears to scorn。
She may not slay the beast; but aye
Her blows will badly scratch it;
All praise is due the woman true;
Who wields the 〃home…guard〃 hatchet。
When time shall build the marble guild;
That marks man's reformation;
Its arch of fame shall bear the name
Of dauntless Carrie Nation。
Her righteous scorn of rum and wrong
May all creation catch it;
And join the 〃Woman's World Crusade;〃
Armed with 〃our nation's〃 hatchet。
Minna Irving; in Leslie's Weekly。 Revised and
second stanza added by C。 Butler Andrews。
THE HATCHET CRUSADE。
(Dedicated to Mrs。 Carry Nation。)
Oh; woman; armed with one little hatchet。
Fighting for justice and right;
And with your brave mother courage
Knowing your cause was right;
You've done more to hasten God's kingdom;
And to crush satan's power o'er men;
Than countless numbers of creation's lords;
With the power of the ballot thrown in。
You've awakened the mothers to action
Whose powers have long dormant been;
While the minions of satan have strained every nerve
To ruin our boys and our men。
Rouse; mothers; too long we've been sleeping;
Shall one of us let it be said
That we calmly stood by while those who are dear
Were down to destruction led。
American mothers; hear me;
If you think God will not send the warning
In hieroglyphics upon the wall?