GREAT BARS by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Association

GREAT BARS

By Eliza H. Morton

BEFORE great bars the traffic stands That leads men down to hell, That asks for license to do wrong, And sings, “All, all is well.”

Public opinion is a bar To degradation low. It puts a bar on the saloon. Its bugle cry is NO.

Before the bar of science, pause, You drunkards, ere you die. Know, alcohol is death condensed. Drink it and helpless lie.

The bar of common sense appeals To all that’s noble, true. It says to man: “Arise. Be strong. The victory is for you.”

The bar of the eternal God Condemns “high license” strife. Wo, wo to him who builds with blood, Who takes his neighbor’s life.