I THOUGHT the deacon liked me, yit I warn't adzackly shore of it -- Fer, mind ye, time and time ag'in, When jiners 'ud be comin' in, I'd seed him shakin' hands as free With all the sistern as with me! But jurin' last Revival, where He called on @3me@1 to lead in prayer An' kneeled there with me, side by side, A-whisper'n' "he felt sanctified Jes' tetchin' of my gyarment's hem," -- That settled things as fur as them- Thare @3other@1 wimmin was concerned! -- And -- well! -- I know I must 'a' turned A dozen colors! -- @3Flurried? -- la!@1 -- No mortal sinner never saw A gladder widder than the one A-kneelin' there and wonderun' Who'd pray! -- So glad, upon my word, I railly couldn't thank the Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FELLOWSHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES LOVES MONARCHIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL A MARINER'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 3. SEPARATION OF LOVERS by THOMAS CAREW |