Identifier: bookofsongpoems00alte (find matches)
Title: Book of song poems
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Alter, James Leander, 1859-
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Publisher: (Remington? Ind.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ou shall see as you passThe punishment dire of a still meaner class.That palace on the left is the fiery abodeOf a class who by thousands have trod the broad road.They are hireling watchmen who strive to increaseThe size of the fiock for the sake of the fleece;No care had they at all for the men of their charge,D umb dogs were they all while the wolf ran at large:They are speakers of all classes,divisions and names,Condemned to be boiled in the sulphureous flames.But the meanest by far of these miserable creatures.Those factors of hell, the intemperance speakers:They say that wine was made for mens strengthAnd that all good men of the Bible had wine to drink.Wines are a necessity—they make it so plain.To deny it is taking the Lords name in vain;But here a new light on their vision is burst.Some one else besides wine and beer drinkers are cursed:Just a few steps ahead TU show you their stationWho with the whisky ring would ruin the nation.And now as we stood oer a precipice dire, 1S3
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