What plague is this that stalks the land,
And takes its toll on every hand
Of strong and fair, of youth and age,
And from the house-tops vents its rage
On law and order, bond and right,
And promulgates the law of might?
‘Tis Socialism.
What spirit’s this that haunts our schools,
And makes of savants learnéd fools,
That preaches man in all his sin
Is of Environment the whim;
That for his deeds to Justice’s fount
‘Tis wrong that he should give account?
‘Tis Socialism.
What Demon’s this that roams abroad,
And turns the people from their God,
That mocks our Adamic descent,
And seems on Evolution bent,
So fix our faith upon her plan,
In time t’ evolve the Super-man?
‘Tis Socialism.
What woe is this that doth enthrall
As with dark night’s thick-curtained pall,
Auld Scotia’s land, and turns God’s day
Into gross Continental play,
And thus as nations now long dead,
Provokes the ire of God most dread?
‘Tis Socialism.
Now let us to the Lord Most High
Confess our sins. And let us try
E’en by His grace to stay this tide
Of hellish error and man’s pride.
Oh! may the day dawn when our land
On God’s sure Truth will make firm stand
‘Gainst Socialism.
J. M.
Without courage, Christian, you cannot be what
you profess. The “fearful” are in the forefront of
those that march for hell (Rev. xxi. 8). Oh, how un-
comely a sight is a bold sinner, and a fearful saint!—
Sibbes.