Select Poetry.

Clutha Leader, Volume I, Issue 7, 20 August 1874, Page 1 (Supplement)

Select Poetry.

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(Dedicated to . JolM*' : M -- ■JP a P' er . ")''■•..'■" •:-.""'" % :--'.,.'• "?'■% Father dear father* come home with _te - pray, \- ' •. - -..r f «-*:---"v -■*■;;# _You never stop home with us.aowr ; Cl Tis always the .«fcodge'' or ««liod&J bugi- i| neßs,V you say,;. ? • "" ■"-':s That will not home pleasures allow. i Poor mother says temperance is all :j f ■ Well, . •■ ■.-'... '--'.- :v.'3 T f£? l°* x efforts w<mld yield herdelikht. I And keep you from home every night, | Chorus— --'-y-M Hear the sweet voice of the child nil All l ou G °o? Templar fathersifcho roanW Oh, who could rejist that most prayers./ • • - .-..;;! Please father, dear father, -come home. ? Father, dear father, stop home with us prayPoor mother's de ß erted, she said, P And she wept o'er your absence one night till away . c From . ™l£° m(ito y°«r " Lodge Room" • A man with a red collar came up and smiled. And I told himi that I was a Good Templar's child, - ■ And waiting dear father for you. Father, dear father, come home with mc now. You left us hefore half-past seven, Don't say you'll come « soon," with a frown on your brow, • 'Twill soon, father dear, be eleven j' - S 6l " Cold ' forthe fire is quite > And mother her hed is gone to, And these were the very last words that 1 she said, .-■% " I hate those Good Templars, I do." ''"^