The boy who ’could not tell a lie,”
     The flag of freedom planted,
 He shelled “Corn”—­wallis to the “cob”
     On Yorktown’s field undaunted. 
 Since then, our tea is duty free
     No Briton dare attach it;
 While the new woman in the case,
     Now poses with the hatchet.

 She dares to fight a gorgon fight! 
     A cruel monster hell-born,
 Whose hungry maw, ignoring law,
     Mocks misery’s tears to scorn. 
 She may not slay the beast, but aye
     Her blows will badly scratch it;
 All praise is due the woman true,
     Who wields the “home-guard” hatchet.

 When time shall build the marble guild,
     That marks man’s reformation,
 Its arch of fame shall bear the name
     Of dauntless Carrie Nation. 
 Her righteous scorn of rum and wrong—­
     May all creation catch it,
 And join the “Woman’s World Crusade,”
     Armed with “our nation’s” hatchet.

—­Minna Irving, in Leslie’s Weekly.  Revised and second stanza added by C. Butler Andrews.

THE HATCHET CRUSADE.

(Dedicated to Mrs. Carry Nation.)

 Oh, woman, armed with one little hatchet. 
     Fighting for justice and right,
 And with your brave mother courage
     Knowing your cause was right,

 You’ve done more to hasten God’s kingdom,
     And to crush satan’s power o’er men,
 Than countless numbers of creation’s lords,
     With the power of the ballot thrown in.

 You’ve awakened the mothers to action
     Whose powers have long dormant been,
 While the minions of satan have strained every nerve
     To ruin our boys and our men.

 Rouse, mothers, too long we’ve been sleeping,
     Shall one of us let it be said
 That we calmly stood by while those who are dear
     Were down to destruction led.

 American mothers, hear me,
     If you think God will not send the warning
 In hieroglyphics upon the wall? 
     God is not mocked, He is just the same,

     And has given the power to you. 
 If you’re weighed and found wanting our nation will fall
     Because you did not your duty do. 
 Then let us unfurl our broad banners,
     Fling their folds to the breezes high,
 Let this still be our motto,
     “We’ll trust in God, and keep our powder dry.” 
                         —­Carrie chew Sneddon.

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