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 Where solitude, and punishment, And toil divide the time; And as they forc'd him through its gate, Unwillingly along, They told me 'twas Intemperance That made him do the wrong.

I saw a woman weep As if her heart would break; They said her husband drank too much Of what he should not take. I saw an unfrequented mound, Where weeds and brambles wave; They said no tear had fallen there, It was a drunkard's grave.

They said these were not all The risks the intemperate run, For there was danger lest the soul Be evermore undone. Water is very pure and sweet, And beautiful to see,