The fairest of the sister band—
With greeting most sincere,—
Magog extends an eager hand,
And bids you welcome here!
Hail, brothers in a noble cause,
'Tis well we thus should meet:
For every meeting closer draws
The bonds of union sweet.
And we who battle for the right,
And breathe the solemn vow
To win or perish in the fight,
Should be united now.
Up, brothers, up! to arms! to arms!
The sword must needs be drawn:
These are indeed no vain alarms,
The foe is marching on!
And shall he blight our happy land
With his polluting breath?
And scatter woe on every hand,
And infamy and death?
By yonder mountain and by lake
Which their approval show,—
For each beloved Township's sake,
We boldly answer—No!
Then let our banners be unfurled,
'Mid scorn or 'mid applause;
We dare proclaim to all the world
We love the temperance cause!
A LIFE-SCENE—THE LETTER.
"I'm at work upon the railroad"—
So the brother's letter ran,—
"I'm at work upon the railroad,
With the wages of a man.
"I am up at peep of morning,
And I only stop to eat;
But I bear it all extremely well
Except the noon-day heat.