A MODERN MARTYR.
Thev are killing our Sunday- of long ago, The good old Sunday we used to know; The day of quiet, when everywhere The spirit of peace pervaded the air. And the whole world wearing its Sunday best, Sat down by the roadside of life i< rest.
They are killing our Sunday, not with a blow. To end it suddenly, hut sure and slow. As thev did the martyrs who suffered shame, On the wheel and the rack and in the flame.
They are killing our Sunday, and when it is dead. When the last, last drop of its blood is shed, And its spirit has gone from the knowledge of men Ip their world-weary struggle for pleasure—w hat then ? —\V. J. Lampton.
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White Ribbon, Volume 22, Issue 255, 18 September 1916, Page 10
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125A MODERN MARTYR. White Ribbon, Volume 22, Issue 255, 18 September 1916, Page 10
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