Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VILLAGE ORACLE, by JOSEPH CROSBY LINCOLN First Line: Old dan'l hanks he says this town Last Line: "I'm right because I be!" Subject(s): Clergy; Religion; Sermons; Villages; Priests; Rabbis; Ministers; Bishops; Theology | ||||||||
OLD Dan'l Hanks he says this town Is jest the best on earth; He says there ain't one up nor down, That's got one half her worth; He says there ain't no other state That's good as ourn, nor near; And all the folks that's good and great Is settled right 'round here. Says I: "D'jer ever travel, Dan?" "You bet I ain't!" says he; "I tell you what! the place I've got Is good enough fer me!" He says the other party's fools, 'Cause they don't vote his way; He says the "feeble-minded schools" Is where they ought ter stay; If he was law their mouth he'd shut, Or blow'em all ter smash; He says their platform's nawthin' but A great big mess of trash. Says I: "D'jer ever read it, Dan?" "You bet I ain't!" says he; "And when I do, well, I tell you, I'll let you know, by gee!" He says that all religion's wrong, 'Cept just what he believes; He says them ministers belong In jail, the same as thieves; He says they take the blessed Word And tear it all ter shreds; He says their preachin's jest absurd; They're simply leatherheads. Says I: "D'jer ever hear'em, Dan?" "You bet I ain't!" says he; "I'd never go ter hear'em, no; They make me sick ter see!" Some fellers reckon, more or less, Before they speak their mind, And sometimes calkerlate or guess But them ain't Dan'l's kind. The Lord knows all things, great or small, With doubt He's never vexed; He, in His wisdom, knows it all But Dan'l Hanks comes next. Says I: "How d'yer know you're right?" "How do I know?" says he; "Well, now, I vum! I know, by gum! I'm right because I be!" | 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 |
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