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...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO A FRIEND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD |