Critics say you're getting rich -- Big collections and all sich; Send 'em -- where it smells of pitch, Billy Sunday. Is a hundred cents or so For each creature saved from woe Overcharge? I'd like to know, Billy Sunday. Critics say your words are coarse, From a non-collegiate source; But they never doubt their force, Billy Sunday. Critics say your mode is rough, And your methods simply tough; But the devil's smooth enough, Billy Sunday. Critics hate your notions most, -- Devil, hell, and Holy Ghost; But you're saving men, a host, Billy Sunday. And the thousands that you win From the lowest depths of sin Stick to you through thick and thin, Billy Sunday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY |