Father spare that cup, <br />Thy daughter's feelings spare <br />It stirs thy passions up, <br />And fills me with despair. <br />Husband! spare that glass, <br />It breaks my heart with pain; <br />Sad are the hours that pass, <br />If thou away remain. <br /> <br /> <br />Stay with thy children dear, <br />Drink no more at the place, <br />Where thou wilt as I fear, <br />Fall into deep disgrace. <br />Oh! sign the Temperance pledge, <br />Then shall we happy be; <br />It shall thee safely hedge <br />From every enemy. <br /> <br /> <br />Daughter! no more the cup, <br />Shall I in madness drain; <br />Burning my vitals up, <br />No! I'll from hence refrain. <br />Wife! let thy tears be dry, <br />I now at home shall stay; <br />Vain shall the tempter try, <br />Me to entice away. <br /> <br /> <br />I've signed the Temperance pledge, <br />True <br />Washingtonian <br />am; <br />No more the wine I'll quaff, <br />Ne'er take another dram. <br />Now shall we happy be, <br />United all in love; <br />For thou forgivest me, <br />And so does <br />God <br />above.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-father-s-reformation/
