WILL IT PAY.
Out from the hearthstone the children go, Fait as the sunshine, pure as the snow ; A licensed wrong on the crowded Ntreet Waits the coming of guileless feet. Child of the rich and child of the poor Pass to their wreck through the dramshop’s door; O, say will they ever come IjJtck as they go, Fair as the sunshine, pure as the snow ? Out from the hearthstone the childrer fair, Pass from the breath of a mother’s prayer. Shall a father’s vote on *he crowded street Consent to the snap f )r th" thoughtless feet ? Ah ! fathers, your finest gold grows dim, Black with the rust of such nameless sin ! You may pave the streets with vour children slain, And light your ways with the price of shame, But say, will your dear ones come back as they go. Fair as the sunshine, pure as the snow ? —Mary T. Lathrap.
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 272, 18 February 1918, Page 12
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153WILL IT PAY. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 272, 18 February 1918, Page 12
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