AIR-'O SUSANNAH!' <br /> <br />Ye soldiers in the temperance cause, <br />Our work is but begun. <br />Oh! sit not down in idleness <br />And think the field is won. <br />Our lambs are straying from the fold, <br />The wolves are on the track: <br />Oh! can you sit and see them go, <br />Nor strive to bring them back? <br /> <br /> <br />Chorus: <br /> <br />O Good Templars! <br />There's work for us to-day. <br />Then gird your armor on again, <br />And only pause to pray. <br /> <br /> <br />Whichever way the eye may turn, <br />It sees the rum-shop stand <br />With open door and flowing bowl, <br />A viper in the land. <br />The grapes are hanging from the vines, <br />All ready for the press. <br />Before, behind, on every side <br />Are seeds of drunkenness. <br /> <br /> <br />Our foes are all untiring, <br />But God is with the right, <br />And we will conquer at the last- <br />Then onward to the fight! <br />Ay, onward to the battle-field, <br />Each woman, child, and man! <br />King Alcohol shall yet go down <br />With all his demon clan.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-templars-song/
