Ye who have from <br />Brandy <br />fled! <br />Ye whom Gin has often led! <br />Welcome are ye, from the dead! <br />Glorious victory! <br /> <br /> <br />Now's the day, and now's the hour; <br />Lo! the tyrant's waning power, <br />Darkly o'er us still doth lower; <br />Chains and slavery! <br /> <br /> <br />Who will be a traitor knave? <br />Who will fill a drunkard's grave? <br />Who so base as be a slave? <br />Do not turn and flee! <br /> <br /> <br />Who to virtue's king and law, <br />Would not every drunkard draw? <br />And from sin's devouring maw <br />Set them nobly free! <br /> <br /> <br />By the drunkard's woes and pains: <br />By our brethren still in chains; <br />While the life-blood fills their veins, <br />Say they shall be free! <br /> <br /> <br />Lay the proud usurper low; <br />See, he reels at every blow! <br />End his reign of sin and wo! <br />Shout for victory!<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/address-to-washingtonians/
