Out of the Depths BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless, into the morning's golden light; Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin, into the arms of truth and right; Out of the ways that are ways of sorrow, out of the paths that are paths of pain; Yea, out of the depths has a soul arisen, and "one that was lost is found again!" Lost in the sands of an awful desert, lost in the region of imps accursed, With bones of victims to mark his pathway, and burning lava to quench his thirst; Lost in the darkness, astray in the shadows; Father above, do we pray in vain? Hark, on the winds come gleeful tidings-lo, he was lost but is found again. Found, and the sunlight of God's great mercy dispels the shadows and brings the morn; Found, and the hosts of the dear Redeemer are shouting aloud o'er a soul new born, Plucked, like a brand, from the conflagration; cleaned, like a garment, free from stain; Saved, pray God, for ever and ever; lost for a season, but found again. "Out of the depths" by the grace of heaven, out of the depth of woe and shame, And he blots his name from the roll of drunkards, to carve it again on the heights of fame; "Wine is a mocker, and strong drink raging;" glory to God, He has snapped the chain That bound him with fetters of steel and iron, and he that was lost is found again. Down with the cup, though it gleam like rubies; down with the glass, though it sparkle and shine; "It bites like a serpent and stings like an adder;" there is woe, and sorrow, and shame in wine. Keen though the sword be, and deadly its mission, three times its numbers, the wine-cup has slain, God, send Thy grace unto those it has fettered; God grant the lost may be found again. The Two Glasses BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, Said the glass of wine to his paler brother, I have taken virtue and given shame; I have tempted the youth with a sip or a taste, Far greater than any king am I, Or than any army under the sky. I have made the arm of the driver fail, I have made good ships go down at sea, Said the glass of water, "I cannot boast By my crystal drops made light and glad; Of thirsts I have quenched and brows I have laved; I have leaped through the valley and dashed down the mountain; Slept in the sunshine and dripped from the fountain. I have burst my cloud fetters, and dropped from the sky, And everywhere gladdened the landscape and eye. I have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain; I have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain. I can tell of the powerful wheel o' the mill, That ground out the flour, and turned at my will; I can tell of the manhood debased by you That I have uplifted and crowned anew. These are the tales they told each other, Each year the amount now paid for intoxicating drinks of all kinds at retail exceeds a billion and a half dollars. Ninety per cent. of the drinking Americans have foreign-born grandparents. The saloon is a day school, a night school, a vacation school, a Sunday-school, a kindergarten, a college and a university all in one. It runs without term-ends, vacations or holidays.-Harry S. Warner. A Hero BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. I am a hero! No; I'm not chaffing; I mean what I say, So please stop your laughing. I carry no musket, I've not been to battle, Where great shells explode And big cannons rattle. I can show you no deep scars, Of fierce, bloody fights That crowned me with glory. Yet I am a hero, Without any joking; For I have declared war Against drinking and smoking And tobacco chewing and gaming; But I care not a farthing, I obeyed my heart's teaching, Put those things below me, And kept reaching and reaching To great truths and precepts That lead to salvation; So am I a hero, In this mighty nation. Victims of a Demon BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. In the silent midnight watches, When the earth was wrapped in gloom On the solemn, deathly stillness We, the victims of a demon, We, who one and each and all, Can cry out before high Heaven "We are slain by Alcohol!" We would warn you, youths and maidens From the path that we have trod From the path that leads to ruin, And away from Peace and God. We, the millions who have fallen, For destruction lies below. We beseech you, men and women- That is threatening dear ones' lives. |