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 - 176 pages
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