| VILE poison from the depth of hell,
Belched forth from Satan's realm; Most blasting curse that e'er befell To mortal's earthly realm. Sweet rosy youth with prospects bright, With naught of fault to dread, Have felt the hiss of Slander's tongue, And down to ruin led. Dark shades of sadness o'er them bring, And dooms them to dismay; Bright hopes and prospects from them wing Their flight within a day. Cursed the subtle, wiry fiend, Whose prattling tongue destroys The life, the happiness of one, And all his friends annoys. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
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