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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 370, 23 April 1866, Page 1

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PROHIBITION.

OjtpET us blow tbe loud trumpet, on mountain and vale, Let its wakening echoes be borne on the gale. Through village and hamlet, through city and town, By workshop and palace, to scholar and clown. The standard of Liberty waves o’er our camp, PaoHißiTios’s the word on our colours we stamp; It flashes ’mid ruin like life from the grave. Speaks doom to the tyrant, breathes life to the slave. Then rally around it, each true heart and brave, Prom the vilest of thraldom your country to save j Our hearths and our altars, yea, all that wo love, That we cherish on earth, or hope for above. The curse of the traffic upon them is lying; The blood of its victims for vengeance is crying: Then seize we our armour apd rush to the fight, Aud Heaven defend us who staud for the right. Bightoous is our cause—yea, its essence is love, A spark from the Infinite Kindness above; In His name who the perishing rushed to deliver. We will sweep the vile traffic from Britain for ever. —Alliance Weekly News. E. D.