Address To Washingtonians Poem by John Pierpont

Ye who have from
Brandy
fled!
Ye whom Gin has often led!
Welcome are ye, from the dead!
Glorious victory!


Now's the day, and now's the hour;
Lo! the tyrant's waning power,
Darkly o'er us still doth lower;
Chains and slavery!


Who will be a traitor knave?
Who will fill a drunkard's grave?
Who so base as be a slave?
Do not turn and flee!


Who to virtue's king and law,
Would not every drunkard draw?
And from sin's devouring maw
Set them nobly free!


By the drunkard's woes and pains:
By our brethren still in chains;
While the life-blood fills their veins,
Say they shall be free!


Lay the proud usurper low;
See, he reels at every blow!
End his reign of sin and wo!
Shout for victory!