Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GRAN'FAITHER AT CAM'SLANG; AT THE TIME OF THE GREAT REVIVAL WORK, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: He donn'd his bannet braid an' blue Last Line: Had leev'd an' gane as saints shou'd gang. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): God; Grandparents; Religion; Grandmothers; Grandfathers; Great Grandfathers; Great Grandmothers; Theology | ||||||||
HE donn'd his bannet braid an' blue, His hame-spun suit o' hodden grey, His blue boot-hose drew ower his knees, An' teuk the gate at skreigh o' day. His Bible had he in his pouch, O' scones an' cheese a guidly whang; An' staff in haun', he's aff to see The godly wark at auld Cam'slang. "The lingerin' star that greets the morn" Was twinklin' thro' the misty blue; The muircock craw'd, the paitrick whirr'd, An' roun' his head the peesweep flew. He trampit on ower muir an' moss For thretty miles an' mair, I ween, Till to the Kirk o' auld Cam'slang He cam' on Saturday at e'en. He lodged him in a hamely hoose, Syne dauner't oot intil the nicht; The mune was down, the win's were lown, But a' the lift wi' stars was bricht. Nae soun' o' youngsters oot at e'en, Nae voice o' whisp'ring lovers there; He heard nae soun' but that o' praise He heard nae voice but that o' prayer. By ilka bush o' whin or broom, By lown dyke back or braeside green, Folk greetin', prayin', praisin' there, A' sittin', kneelin', roun' war seen. He teuk the bannet aff his heid, An' liftit up to heaven his e'e; Wi' solemn awe, an' holy fear, His heart was fu' as fu' cou'd be. He kneel'd ahint a boortree bush, Whaur but the e'e o' God cou'd see, Whaur but the ear o' God cou'd hear An' pray'd baith lang an' fervently. Neist day, frae a' the kintra roun', By tens o' hunners folk cam there, To hear the words o' grace and truth Frae preachers in the open air. He thocht to sit within the kirk He rather wad than sit ootbye, Sae in he gaed, an' there he sat Till stars were blinkin in' the sky. Nae cries he heard, nae fits he saw, But sabs were rife, an' tearfu' een That ne'er leuk'd aff the preacher's face, Was a' that coud be heard or seen. The dews were fa'in' on the yirth On mony a heart the dews o' grace Had fa'en that day, e'en while they sat At Jesus' feet, in Mary's place. At dawnin' o' the morn he rose On Mondayhame he boud to gang; An' a' his days he ne'er forgat That Sabbath-day at auld Cam'slang Whan years had gane, a printed beuk Cam' oot, whilk I hae aften seen, An' it was seal'd, an' it was sign'd By ministers a guidly wheen. It said that mony hunner souls, What time the wark was at Cam'slang, War turn'd to God, an' a' their days Had leev'd an' gane as saints shou'd gang. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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