And the words of the eloquent never can tell,
The abyss of this anguish, this foretaste of Hell.
Oh God of the curst! turn this fierce stream away,
In trembling, and misery, and anguish we pray;
Make the waters of Temperance flow wide o'er the Earth,
Till she shine as of yore in the smile of her birth!
BLANNERHASSETT'S ISLAND.
On beautiful Ohio when you sail,