I've licenses renewed." The thoughtful child was silent Then gravely said: "In this, I must confess, papa, dear, I think you've done amiss! For first you sent to prison The wretched, drunken men, Then license public houses, To make them drunk again! "...
The Brooklet reciter for temperance societies and bands of hope - Page 4
by Harriet A. Glazebrook - 1883
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