Here you will find the Poem Signing the Pledge of poet Frances Ellen Watkins
Do you see this cup, this tempting cup, Its sparkle and its glow? I tell you this cup has brought to me A world of shame and woe. Do you see that woman sad and wan? One day with joy and pride, With orange blossoms in her hair, I claimed her as my bride. And vowed that I would faithful prove Till death our lives should part; I've drenched her soul with floods of grief, And almost crushed her heart. Do you see that grayp;haired mother bend Beneath her weight of years? I've filled that aged mother's eyes With many bitter tears. Year after year for me she prays, And tries her child to save; I've almost brought her gray hairs down In sorrow to the grave. Do you see that boy whose wistful eyes Are gazing on my face? I've overshadowed his young life With sorrow and disgrace. He used to greet me with a smile, His heart was light and glad; I've seen him tremble at my voice, I've made that heart so sad. Do you see this pledge I've signed to-night? My mother, wife, and boy Shall read my purpose on that pledge And smile through tears of joy. To know this night, this very night, I cast the winep;cup down, And from the dust of a sinful life Lift up my manhood's crown. The faded face of my young wife With roses yet shall bloom, And joy shall light my mother's eyes On the margin of the tomb. I have vowed top;night my only boy, With brow so fair and mile, Shall not be taunted on the streets, And called a drunkard's child. Never again shall that young face Whiten with grief and dread, Because I've madly staggered home And sold for drink his bread. This strong right arm unnerved by rum Shall battle with my fate; And peace and comfort crown the home By drink made desolate. Like a drowning man, tempestp;tossed, Clings to a rocky ledge, With trembling hands I've learned to grasp The gospel and the pledge. A captive bounding from my chain, I've rent each hateful band, And by the help of grace divine A victor hope to stand.