God Speed Poem by Benjamin Cutler Clark

God speed the temperance cause
Throughout this favour'd land!
May nations make their laws
Bow to its mild command!
Until intemperance
No more pollutes the soil,
But peace and competence
Reward our toil!

Intemperance has spread—
Its poisoned stream has run
O'er young and hoary head—
O'er father and o'er son!
But since a light, not small,
Has shone along our way,
We hope King Alcohol
Has had his day!

Then let united aim,
To save our fellow-men
From drunkenness and pain
And degradation,—then
Shall men no longer be
Enslaved by drinking rum,
But from its wiles be free
All time to come!