By Ella Wheeler.

Gathering brands from the burning,
    Plucking them out of the fire,
Lifting the sheep that have wandered,
    Out of the dust and the mire,
Bringing home sheaves from the harvest
    To lay at the Master's feet--
Lord, all thy hosts of angels
    Must smile on a life so sweet.

Speaking with fear of no man,
    Speaking with love for all,
Warning the young and the thoughtless
    From the wild beast, "Alcohol."
Showing the snares that the tempter
    Weaveth on every hand--
Lord, all thy dear, dear angels
    Must smile on a life so grand.

Fighting the bloodless battle
    With a heart that is true and bold,
Fighting it not for glory,
    Fighting it not for gold.
But out of love for his neighbor,
    And out of love for his Lord ;
I know that the hands of the angels
    Will crown him with his reward.

          --Youth's Temperance Banner.