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whither goest thou?
Whither goest Thou?
Brother, whither goest thou?
Whither do thy footsteps tend?
Ask thy soul this question now—
Whither will my wanderings end?
Voices of the lost reply,
Wailing in united breath,
"In the vale of misery,
At the gates of death."
Whither do thy footsteps tend?
Ask thy soul this question now—
Whither will my wanderings end?
Voices of the lost reply,
Wailing in united breath,
"In the vale of misery,
At the gates of death."
Brother! put the glass aside,
Hear me! for the love of Christ,
And those whom thou hast sorely tried;
What hast thou not sacrificed?
Reckon now with Drink thine host.
What has self-indulgence cost?
All man loves and prizes most—
Home, health, reputation—lost.
Hear me! for the love of Christ,
And those whom thou hast sorely tried;
What hast thou not sacrificed?
Reckon now with Drink thine host.
What has self-indulgence cost?
All man loves and prizes most—
Home, health, reputation—lost.
Brother, wilt thou further go
On this downward path of sorrow,
Sowing seeds from whence will grow
Thorns to pierce thy heart to-morrow;
Forging fetters to enchain
Thy foolish soul for evermore
To grim remorse, and deathless pain,
On Hades unseen shore.
On this downward path of sorrow,
Sowing seeds from whence will grow
Thorns to pierce thy heart to-morrow;
Forging fetters to enchain
Thy foolish soul for evermore
To grim remorse, and deathless pain,
On Hades unseen shore.
