The Father's Reformation Poem by John Pierpont

Father spare that cup,
Thy daughter's feelings spare
It stirs thy passions up,
And fills me with despair.
Husband! spare that glass,
It breaks my heart with pain;
Sad are the hours that pass,
If thou away remain.


Stay with thy children dear,
Drink no more at the place,
Where thou wilt as I fear,
Fall into deep disgrace.
Oh! sign the Temperance pledge,
Then shall we happy be;
It shall thee safely hedge
From every enemy.


Daughter! no more the cup,
Shall I in madness drain;
Burning my vitals up,
No! I'll from hence refrain.
Wife! let thy tears be dry,
I now at home shall stay;
Vain shall the tempter try,
Me to entice away.


I've signed the Temperance pledge,
True
Washingtonian
am;
No more the wine I'll quaff,
Ne'er take another dram.
Now shall we happy be,
United all in love;
For thou forgivest me,
And so does
God
above.