TEMPERANCE SONG.

Who are the Brave if they were not—
The men who woke the strife again?
And wiped away the drunkard's blot,
And dashed to earth his cruel chain!
Who are the free, if we are not,

Who will no longer garlands twine
Around the cup, nor cast our lot
With those that tarry at the wine!

Rejoice! rejoice!-and who will not,
In all that Heaven has done for man?
If slaves of drink refuse, yet what
Prevents the free, who truly can?
For what to us is habit's power?

And what the sparkling tempter's bite?
Who's here, that triumphs not, this hour,
In Temperance and in Freedom's might?

Who are the strength, if we are not,
Of our fair country's noble name?
Without MECHANIC SKILL, what jot

Or tittle lives, to tell her fame?
And who but we, her lively stones
Shall fit, and bid the column rise,—
Its base upon the warriors' bones-
Its summit hidden in the skies!

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THE TEMPERANCE STRIKE.

THE TEMPERANCE STRIKE.

His chains the tyrant Rum, too long
Has tried to cast around us,-

Shall not MECHANICS prove too strong,
When any would confound us?—

We shall! we shall! we feel our strength,—
And who no sword will draw,

When we for freedom strike at length?
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Our fathers-who may see their like!—
When trodden down as cattle,
For Liberty knew how to strike,

And win the righteous battle!

And shall their sons be slaves to drink?

Will WORKING MEN like cowards shrink,
No boys!--hurrah! hurrah!

The pledge to Temperance we renew,
For she is Freedom's daughter-
In generous draughts of mountain dew,
In cold and limpid water!

BABYLON.

Strike hands with us!-for wine like this

The toper never saw;

And Woman's lip such cup may kiss

Unstained, hurrah! hurrah!

Some strike for wages, some for hours,
Shall we refuse ?-O never!

For time and cash we pledge our powers,
And strike for both, for ever!

Then strike who will for "6 to 6."
We flinch not in the war;

For TEMPERANCE and for SEVENTY-SIX
We strike!-hurrah! hurrah!

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BABYLON.

And Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, the beauty of the Chaldees' excellency, shall be overthrown; the wild beast of the island shall in her desolate houses.-Isaiah.

cry

THE mart is a desert, and lone is the hall,

Where the minstrel lent airs to the song and the feast;

The fortress hath fallen, the fox treads the wall

That girded thee, Babylon! Queen of the East.

How fair were thy graces, thou mistress of art, Thy daughters how lovely! in purple they shone, But the merchant that decked thee, hath seen thee depart,

And the mother of nations now wanders alone.

The trumpet of gladness no longer shall sound,

The voice of the harper in slumber is sealed; The beauty of Chaldee no more will be found, For the lamp of the Holy is now unrevealed.

The treasures of Ophir, the gems of the deep,
The myrrh and the incense no solace afford;
Thy virgins and nobles in solitude weep

The march of the Syrian, the scath of the Lord.

Rejoice, ye Apostles! thou heaven behold!

Ye martyrs, give strains to the Highest again; Jehovah his chosen in love shall enfold,

And avenge the rich blood of the captive and

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GENTLY AS FLOWS TIME'S NOISELESS

STREAM.

GENTLY as flows Time's noiseless stream,
In fancy steals the midnight dream;
Kindly the dear delusive power
Enchants the soul at memory's hour;
How sweet, the retrospect to view,
And revel in bliss that day never knew!

Then thought returns to scenes of old,
The deeds to silent years untold;
Past joys like shadowy forms appear,
And griefs, long departed, renew the tear;
How sad, the retrospect to view,

The smile, the tear, that infancy knew!

Then wrapt in vision's awful gloom,
The soul, indignant, bursts the tomb;
Behold her quit the track of time,
Prophetic, she seeks another clime!
How dread, yon unknown worlds to view,

With shades of the deathless the past to renew!