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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the temperance people?<br>Well, scattered here and there:<br>Some gathering in their produce<br>To show at the autumn fair;<br>Some threshing wheat for market,<br>And others threshing rye,<br>That will go to the fat distiller<br>For whiskey by-and-by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And some are selling their hop crops<br>At a first-rate price, this year,<br>And the seller pockets the money,<br>While the drunkard swallows the beer.<br>And some 'staunch temperance workers'(?)<br>Who'd do anything for the cause,<br>Save to give it a dime or a moment,<br>Or work for temperance laws,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>May be seen from now to election,<br>Near any tavern stand<br>Where liquor flows in plenty,<br>With a voter on either hand.<br>And these temperance office-seekers<br>That we hear of far and near<br>Are the ones who furnish the money<br>That buys the lager-beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But these are only the black sheep<br>Who want the temperance name<br>Without living up to the precepts,<br>And so bring themselves to shame.<br>And the true, brave temperance people,<br>Who have the cause at heart,<br>Are doing the work that's nearest,<br>Each his allotted part:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some lifting the fallen drunkard,<br>Some preaching unto men,<br>Some aiding the cause with money,<br>And others with the pen.<br>Each has a different mission,<br>Each works in a different way,<br>But their works shall melt together<br>In one grand result, some day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And one, our chief (God bless him),<br>Is working day and night:<br>With his sword of burning eloquence,<br>He is fighting the noble fight.<br>Whether in lodge or convention,<br>Whether at home or abroad,<br>He is reaping a golden harvest<br>To lay at the feet of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where are the temperance people?<br>All scattered here and there,<br>Sowing the seeds of righteous deeds,<br>That the harvest may be fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Well, scattered here and there:
Some gathering in their produce
To show at the autumn fair;
Some threshing wheat for market,
And others threshing rye,
That will go to the fat distiller
For whiskey by-and-by.


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