The World's temperance reciter [ed. and partly written] by J. Malins

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Joseph Malins
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Page 53 - Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...
Page 53 - God, Give Us Men! God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...
Page 96 - Slept in the sunshine and dropped from the sky And everywhere gladdened the landscape and eye. I have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain; I have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain; I can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill, That ground out the flour and turned at my will. I can tell of manhood debased by you, That I have lifted and crowned anew.
Page 96 - And sent the train from the iron rail ; I have made good ships go down at sea, And the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me, For they said, ' Behold how great you be ! Fame, strength, wealth, genius before you fall, For your might and power are over all.' Ho ! ho ! pale brother," laughed the wine, " Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?
Page 117 - You are crazy ! " a visitor said ; I flung a bottle at his head.
Page 83 - I'm most loth to spare, That your Bacchanal chorus would never ring there. Traverse the desert, and then ye can tell What treasures exist in the cold, deep well ; Sink in despair on the red, parched earth, And then ye may reckon what Water is worth.
Page 186 - And merry on the brain ; They say it stirs the sluggish blood. And dulls the tooth of pain. Ay — but within its glowing deeps A stinging serpent, unseen, sleeps. Its rosy lights will turn to fire, Its coolness change to thirst ; And, by its mirth, within the brain A sleepless worm is nursed. There's not a bubble at the brim That does not carry food for him.
Page 96 - From the heads of kings I have torn the crown, From the heights of fame I have hurled men down-; I have blasted many an honored name ; I have taken virtue and given shame ; I have tempted the youth with a sip, a taste That has made his future a barren .waste.
Page 83 - WISE, wine, thy power and praise Have ever been echoed in minstrel lays ; But Water, I deem, hath a mightier claim To fill up a niche in the temple of Fame.
Page 112 - Who dogs the steps of the toiling saint, and digs the pits for his feet ? Who sows the tares in the field of time wherever God sows his wheat ? The Devil is voted not to be, and of course the thing is true ; But who Is doing the kind of work the Devil alone should do...

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