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'At last he is dead'	A
So the wondering horror struck neighbours said	A
A skilful touch of his knife	B
Has cut the thread of a wasted life	B
He has reached the end of the downward road	A
And rushed unbidden to meet his God	A
Over every duty past every tie	A
Unwarned unhindered he rushed along	C
Through the wild license of sin and wrong	C
And into the silent eternity	A
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Relax thy anguished watch O wife	B
And fold thy hands and yet and yet	A
After all the tears which thou hast wept	A
Through nights when happier mortals slept	A
Thou only wilt weep with fond regret	A
Over the corpse of the hopeless dead	A
For the cause accursed of drink he has bled	A
For that cause he lived and suffered and died	A
Many deaths in one horrible life	B
The death of his honour the death of his pride	A
On that altar he sacrificed child and wife	B
Hope liberty purity more than life	B
Lifes life God's image he crushed and killed	A
Tore and defaced wasted and spoiled	A
Uncurbed in passion iron willed	A
For this long years he has laboured and toiled	A
Devoted his talents his time his breath	D
And at the last his blood he has shed	A
Truly the wages of sin is death	D
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He was once a babe on a mother s breast	A
Tenderly nourished cared for caressed	A
Watched with a mother's love and pride	A
Dreams of the future warm and bright	A
High hopes ambitions in rainbow light	A
Clustered around him a fairy swarm	E
Of tender fancies sweet and warm	E
As she hung over his cradle bed	A
In all this world there's none so bright	A
So clever as mother's heart s delight	A
My child of promise she proudly said	A
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Oh would to God that he then had died	A
Died when the anguish of heartstrings torn	F
The sudden stilling of childish laughter	G
The awful vacance that fills the place	H
Of the soft warm touch of the dear dear face	H
Of the sweet dead child that the heart gropes after	G
For God's own voice to the mourner saith	D
Be still I am God there is hope in his death'	D
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Alas for the woe that under the sun	I
Can find no comfort this child lived on	J
What must be his mother's sorrow and sin	K
If she held the glass to his infant lips	L
Taught him the taste of sweetened gin	K
As a cure for every childish pain	M
To be tried and tampered with once and again	N
If she taught him to worship at fashion's shrine	O
In its magic circle to look on wine	O
To pour it sparkling in ruby light	A
The adder's sting the serpent's bite	A
Came to him at last among evil men	N
But he once was a boy	P
A mother's joy	P
Clever and gifted with tongue and pen	N
The cup of temptation	I
Was inspiration	I
Oh would to God he had died even then	N
The mother's tears shed over the slain	M
Had then had hope in their bitter pain	M
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O mothers stronger than life is love	Q
And your love is most like God's above	Q
And power likest God's to you is given	I
With the greatest trust that is under heaven	I
He gives to your hands to have and to hold	A
More precious than rubies better than gold	A
God's little children to teach and to train	M
And to lead them upward to Him again	N
God keep you and save you from earning the curse	R
That shadows the life with hopeless remorse	S
He once was a lover an innocent maid	A
Into his keeping gave up her life	B
Into his hand her own she laid	A
For better for worse	R
As a blessing a curse	R
Took on her the sacred name of wife	B
And stood at her post through all these years	T
Of sorrow and sin of anguish and tears	U
There have been martyrs for God and right	A
Passed through blood and fire into endless light	A
Count all the martyrs to right that died	A
Since Abel's blood to Jehovah cried	A
There are but few in that shining throng	C
Compared to the martyrs of sin and wrong	C
Count not that woman's life by years	T
Count by the dropping of heart wrung tears	U
To the common lot of toil and care	V
That dims the eye and the heart strings wring	W
He added of woe that none could share	V
Whole ages of sorrow and suffering	W
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She bore her torture for duty's sake	X
Firm as saint in the tower and at the stake	X
Bore want and woe and his evil name	Y
For him who for years was dead to shame	Y
She saw his brood about her knee	A
Into an evil lot they were born	F
To bear for his sin the cruel scorn	F
Of the world unthinking hard and cold	A
Prematurely saddened early old	A
They never knew home as a place of rest	A
Except when their home was the mother's breast	A
And worse than all she had to see	A
Them taught the secrets of sin and woe	Z
Which happier children never know	Z
Alas that such a thing should be	A
Her darlings were made to pass through the fire	G
To the Moloch of vice and sinful desire	G
The father's example of life and tongue	A2
Brought the knowledge of evil to them while young	A2
And in sorrow and shame	Y
That none may name	Y
In strife and sin all tempest tost	A
The innocence God gives to babes was lost	A
All is over nought's left but dishonoured clay	B2
But the evil men do lives longer than they	B2
Of a truth the saddest for tongue or pen	N
Are these words o'er a ruin He might have been	K
And sadder the words in jest set free	A
This is but alas it should not be	A
He has passed into darkness who lived in vain	M
But what shall their future portion be	A
Who passing by on the other side	A
Themselves from the curse secure and free	A
No plan of relief or rescue tried	A
Or worse made profit out of his pain	M
And lured him on to his death for gain	M

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