2 And colder still the winds did blow,

And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifted snow,

Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. "O God!" she cried, in accents wild,

"If I must perish, save my child !"

3 She stripped the mantle from her breast,
And bared her bosom to the storm;
As round the child she wrapped the vest,
She smiled to think that it was warm.
With one cold kiss, a tear of grief,
The broken-hearted found relief.
4 At morn her cruel husband passed,
And saw her on her snowy bed,
Her tearful eyes were closed at last,

Her cheek was pale, her spirit fled;
He raised the mantle from the child,
The babe looked up and sweetly smiled.
5 Shall this sad warning plead in vain ;

Poor thoughtless one, it speaks to you;
Now break the tempter's cruel chain,
No more your dreadful way pursue :
Renounce the cup, to Jesus fly-
Immortal soul, why will you die?

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"Blest be the Cause."

BLEST be the cause that in patriot glory

Brighten'd the world with a vision of love; O for the pen that shall mention the story,

O for the garland which Temperance hath wove; Long have our fathers been doomed to inherit

The curse of the bondsmen o'er land and o'er sea; Blest be the spirit, the patriot spirit,

That snapt all our fetters, and bade us be free. 2 Children no longer shrink back from their father, Lo! how their cheeks with the bright roses bloom; Husbands and wives all earth's wild roses gather, "And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb;"

Thus then combining, beauty entwining,
Far round the world in its glory we see;
Blest be the spirit, the patriot spirit,

That snapt all our fetters and bade us be free.

3 Say, shall we offer our praise to the warrior?
Lo! how his laurels are dripping with gore;
Say, shall we offer our praise to the merchant,
Where gold fills his coffers with riches in store.
These will not save us, these will not bless us,
Great though their triumphs by land and by sea;
Blest be the spirit, the patriot spirit,

That snapt all our fetters and bade us be free.

4 Twine then the myrtle, the holly, the laurel,
Raise high the shout on the festival day;
The tempest is over, the storm, and the battle,
And far o'er the mountain behold the glad ray;
Onwards again on the glad path of duty,
Onwards a joy and a blessing to be;

And blest be the spirit, the patriot spirit,
That snapt all our fetters and bade us be free.

E. P. HOOD

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"Hold the Fort.'

O, my comrades see the signal
Waving in the sky!

Reinforcements now appearing.
Victory is nigh!

"Hold the fort, for I am coming;"
Jesus signals still;

Wave the answer back to heaven,
"By Thy grace we will."

2 See the mighty host advancing,
Satan leading on;

Mighty men around us falling,

Courage almost gone!

"Hold the fort," &c.

3 See the glorious banner waving !
Hear the trumpet blow !

In our Leader's name we'll triumph
Over every foe.

"Hold the fort," &c.

4 Fierce and long the battle rages, But our help is near :

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Onward comes our great Commander,
Cheer, my comrades, cheer!

"Hold the fort," &c.

Temperance Anthem.

RY aloud, cry aloud, spare not,

Cry aloud, and spare not;

Cry aloud, and spare not:

Lift up thy voice like a trumpet,

Lift up thy voice,

Lift up thy voice like a trumpet;

P. P. BLISS.

Show the people their transgressions, and the house of Jacob their sins.

Say woe to them that tarry long at wine, till wine inflame them.

For the drunkard shall come to poverty.

IF you cannot on the ocean,

Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet;
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay,
You can lend a hand to help them,
As they launch their boats away.

2 If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready at command;
If you cannot to the needy

Reach an ever open hand;

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You can visit the afflicted,
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.

3 If

you cannot in the conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true—
If, where fire and smoke are thickest
There's no work for you to do ;
When the battle-field is silent,

You can go with careful tread,
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.

4 Do not, then, stand idly waiting,
For some greater work to do;
Oh, improve each passing moment,
For these moments may be few.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare;

If you want a field of labour,
You can find it anywhere.

0

Friends of Freedom.

E. H. GATES

RIENDS of freedom, swell the song,
Young and old the strain prolong,

Make the Temperance army strong,
And on to victory!

Lift your banners, let them wave,
Onward march a world to save,
Who would fill a drunkard's grave,
And bear his infamy?

2 Shrink not when the foe appears,
Spurn the coward's guilty fears :
Hear the shrieks, behold the tears
Of ruined families.

Raise the cry in every spot,

"Touch not, taste not, handle not :

Who would be a drunken sot,

The worst of miseries?

3 Give the aching bosom rest,
Carry joy to every breast;

Make the wretched drunkard blest,
By living soberly.

Raise the glorious watchword high,
"Touch not, taste not, till you die: "
Let the echo reach the sky,

And earth keep jubilee.

4 God of mercy hear us plead,
For Thy help we intercede,
See how many bosoms bleed,
And heal them speedily.
Haste, O haste the happy day,
When beneath its gentle ray
Temperance all the world shall sway,
And reign triumphantly.

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"There's work for all to do."

HATFIELD

COME, friends, the world wants mending,

Let none sit down and rest,

But seek to work like heroes,
And nobly do your best;
Do what you can for fellow-man,
With honest heart and true,
Much may be done by ev'ry one—
There's work for all to do.
Come, friends, &c.

2 Though you can do but little,
That little's something still;
You'll find a way for something,
If you but have the will.

Now bravely fight for what is right,
And God will help you through ;
Much may be done by every one-
There's work for all to do.
Come, friends, &c.