“So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire,
Where lost souls wail in the flaming mire.”
Then Tom awoke with an agonized cry,
His clothes soaked in sweat and hair standing high.
And he prayed as he never prayed before,
To be saved from drink and the devil’s power,
And his vow and prayers were not in vain,
For he never more rode on the hell-bound train.
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Love, like a good drink, is a wonderful bracer.