The Tramp Of Death

Hear you not the tramp of death?
Tramp, tramp, tramp, they go,
Down into the valley of woe,
To the dark pit hidden below.

King Alcohol leads this mighty throng
With giddy dance and sirene song;
And manhood's noblest strength is there,
The rich and poor are caught in his snare.

Tramp, tramp, they go
Down in the valley of woe,
To the dark pit hidden below.

But see! the rich and poor together fail,
And Alcohol for others call
To join this mighty marching throng
He charms with giddy dance and sirene song.

See! there are widows, orphans, rags and tears:
But what cares he! he only jeers,
Entice the orphans and on they go
To the dark pit hidden below.
Oh! heaven save this mighty throng,
Raise thy powerful arm so strong;
Slay Alcohol, the deadly foe,
Who leads to the dark pit hidden below.

^__Mima L. Rodgers

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Thomas B. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers Association. 1894)
Page 318