Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-03-13
FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 10. 1863.

grow into one toreber-grow into one up dar
in de sky, whar de wind neberll blow, whar
de storm neberll beat; whar we shill blossom
an bear fruit to de glory OBJ de Lord, an in
His heabenly kingdom foreber!
"Yas, my chil'ren, you hab started on
long journey, an muffin will git you fru but
lore. Muffin will hole you Up, muffin will
keep you faithful to one anoder, muffin will
make you bar wild one anoder, but love. None
oh us kin lib widout it; out married folks
want it most OBJ all. Dey need it more dan
de bread dey eat, de water dev drink, or de
air dey breafe. DE world couldn't gwo on
withoutit Dey berry sun would gwo out in
de heabens but fur dat An shill | tell you
why? You hab heerd Massa Robert talk
bout de great law lat make de apple fall
from de tree, de rock sink in de water; dat
bines our feet to de round 'arth so we don't
drop Oft it as it gwo fru de air; dat holes de
sun an de de stars in dar pointed places, so
day after day, an var after var, dough deym
trabbGn' fasser dan de lightnn' eber went,
dey'm right whar dey should be.
lie call it traction, an all de great men
call it so, but dat aint de name! 1t am God,
fur God am love, an love am God, an love
blneS de whole cTeaShun tOgedder. An shill
tell you how to do it? Does you see dis
hand! how / open de fingers; how l shet'm
up; how rise de whole arm? Does you see
dis foot, dot does wild jess the same2 Does
you see dis whole body, how make it, in
twinkPn do jess what like? Now what am
it dat make my hand move, an my whole body
turn round so sudden, dat Ise only to say "Do
it, an it am done? Why, it am me. Tim
me dat Ibis up yere in de brain, and sends
my will fru cherry part-fru cherry siner, an
muscle, cherry little jint, and make'm all do
jess what | like.
Now man am made in de image of God,
and dis pore, weak ole body am a small pat
tern ODE de whole creashun. Eberything go
on jess as it do. Eberyting am held toged-
der, an moved bout, jess as it am-but tim
God dat move it, not me! He Ibis up dar in
de sky-which am his brain-wd de stars fur
his hands, de planets fur his feet, an de whole
univarse fur his body an he sends his will
which am love-fru cherry part OBJ de whole,
an moves it bout, an makes it do jess as he
likes.
80 you see, it am my will sent fru cherry
muscle, an cherry little siner dat moves my
body; so it am His will sent fru what de
'stronomers an de poets call de heabenly eth
er, dat moves His body-which am de 'arth,
an de sun, an de stars, an you an me, an
cherry libin' ting in all creashun His will
move 'em all; an His will am Lowell An
don't you see dat you can't do widout His
love? Dat it am de berry breat OBJ life? Dat
if it war Token 'wuy from you for jess one
moment you'd drop down, an die, an neber
come to life agn-no, not in dis worle, nor in
any oder worle?
1t am so, my chil'ren; an de more you hab
OBJ dat love, de happier you'll be; de more
you'll love one anoder; de easier you'll gwo
fru you life-de nose joyfuller you'll meet
you deaf'--de happier youl be all fru de
long, long ages dat'm comm in de great yere-
after! Dem o my chil'ren love God, love
one anoder? You can't be happy widout you
love God, an you can't love him widout you
love one anOder.