p. 653 | Temperance by Texas Siftings

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Nov 6, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 42.

Temperance.

By Texas Siftings

WHO HATH WOE?

Who hath sorrows, who hath woes? He who to the ale-house goes. Who hath fightings and contentions, Grief and fearful apprehensions, Causeless wounds, a guilty soul? He who thirsts for alcohol— Follows it to ruin's brink In his cravings after drink.

Who hath babblings? Who but they Led by alcohol astray— Idiotic in their talking, Lame and crippled in their walking? Who are these with eyes so red, Vile, besotted, reason fled? Those are they who tarry long Drinking wine and liquor strong.

Look not on the ruby wine When its color seems divine; Death is in that sparkling cup, Never dare to take it up, For at last the scorpion's tail And the adder's sting prevail; Therefore on the goblet frown— Spurn the liquor, dash it down.

— Texas Siftings.