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Poem by Janet Hamilton

Address and Welcome to J. B. Gough

Welcome! Oh, welcome! in thy course of fame
Through rolling clouds of smoke and lurid flame,
Belched from a hundred murky pilesat last
Thou com'st, and scared Intemperance stands aghast.
To charm the adder deaf, we lack the power
Thy potent aid we crave, in this the hour
And power of darkness. Wisely thou can'st charm
Unstop the serpent's ear, his sting disarm;
Cry, cry aloud, and spare not; lift on high
Thy voice of power, till quailing demons fly
Their wonted haunts; extinguish thou and quell,
With waves of eloquence, the fires of hell
Those fires that scorch the tongue and fire the brain;
That feed Death's engines, linked to Ruin's train,
Dragging the inebriate, lost, through horrors dire,
Till 'neath the grinding wheels the wretch expire!
To red Crimea's corse-encumbered dells,
Where war with sickness, death, and carnage dwells,
All eyes are turned; all ears to hear are strained
Of fierce assault, and 'leaguered fortress gained
But higher, holier, stern, though bloodless war,
'Gainst foe more terrible than Russia's Czar,
Thou hast proclaimedGod shield thee in the fight!
His forts and towers of strength, raze, raze them quite!
Accept the deepest, dearest thanks of those
Who, sharing not the sin, yet share the woes
And shame incurred by lost degraded ones
Intemperate fathers, mothers, husbands, sons!
"Who winneth souls is wise"in God's own might
Go on; thy path shall like the morning light
Wax brighter, till the noon of perfect day
Shall blind, and scorch, and scare the fiend away!

Janet Hamilton

Janet Hamilton's other poems:
  1. The Civil War in America
  2. The Highlands of Scotland
  3. Duleep Singh
  4. Lines on the Trial of Madeline Smith for the Murder of L'Angelier
  5. The Mourning Mother

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