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DRESS AND DRINK.

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DRESS AND DRINK. See that painted spectre, The vampyre of the streets! What foul demon wrecked her Hoard of youthful sweets ? Made a crime of loveliness ? Oh 'twas Dress—'twas Dress! Look upon that reeling r Haggard man of care, Down the back streets stealing, Roaming anywhere! What hath done this ? Pause and think! 'Twas Drink!—'twas Drink! See that fair wife flying From her husband's wrath, „ Her guilty lover lying' Dying in her path What hath done this ? Can you guess ? 'Twas Dress—'twas Dress! Bloody knife still reeking In his desperate hand, ce Hurried voices speaking Round him in a band What makes thus his comrades shrink ? Tis the deed—the deed of Drink! Lying on the pavement, Dead in her despair, What 'neath Sin's enslavement Brought a thing so fair ? Scarcely than a demon less ? What hath wrought this ? IT WAS DBINK. In his stony prison, Waiting for his doom, When the sun has risen, Gallows first-then tomb! Stupored thus on Nature's brink ? What hath wrought this ? IT WAS DRINK Dress and Drink-yf) demons twin, Parents of all woe and sin BantJ of body and of lII()ul Shame your path-and death your goal!

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