If we each look about us we plainly can see,
A demon who
is working' at will.
Ever ready to rob us of kindred and home,
sneeringly laughs as his mission he fills.
Right here let mes tell it, his evidence given,
plain and without any doubt,
Could convict most foul murderers and criminals at
evidence seldom comes out.
This demon is drink, foul monster of death,
to body and soul.
He waits like a serpent to sting at a breath,
For poison is found in the bowl.
Look abroad through our land today in its splendor,
fields of ripening grain
And swift flowing rivers that gleam in the sunshine,
healthful pleasures again and again.
Who gives us these blessings so bountiful here?
nature to meet every need;
I am sure we have plenty of good in our land,
and the body to feed.
But this demon steps into our once happy homes,
fathers and sons from their place.
Causes sorrow and dread in the hearts of the friends,
for the grief-stricken face.
Of the sorrowing mother who in her grief can but feel
disgrace that is weighing her down,
For husband and son are heirs to this demon,
dealing monster, this king without crown.
List to the children, with language profane,
Who traverse our streets day and night,
Where are their parents: Oh! where lies the blame?
homes is a sorrowful sight.
When father and mother partake of the bowl,
As many are
Unthinking, perhaps, of the trouble and woe
bring to their children some day.
What must we expect from an offspring like this,
bring to this world any good?
Surely some have sprung up from the darkest of pits,
to save others and done all they could.
But misery and want, destruction and death,
promises given to men
Who indulge in this demon that lures them to death.
is it they follow him then?
Then Christian! Today wake up to your duty,
such a great work to be done.
Help find and to save the lost of today,
husbands and fathers and sons.
And stop, must I tell it! There are others who need
lifted from out this dark pit.
The poor disgraced daughters, who fell all so blindly,
They too must be aided. Our lamps should be lit.
To lighten the way if of but one erring mortal,
is a star in our crown;
Then let us work with a will, for there are many who
be saved from this monster that is bearing them down.