The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-03-29
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SUNDAYS, PAST ANDPREsKNT.

PROM COMMENCEMENT POEM.
And there the old-fashioned Sunday.
80 famous with old Mrs. Grundy,-
We've out-grown the Biblical notion.
OF using day fordevotioD,
For our souls are now dwindled so small
They re scarcely worth saving at ALI
And every seven days we thus gain
A days journey on Belsebup's traipi
Our fathers, so wondrously odd,
Had such respect for their God,
They gave him one day in seven,
To at them for earth and for heaven.
They obeyed the Almighty's old laws;
And did SO not simply because
Twas polite kind of a measure
They thought it duty and pleasure;
And while serving God well on Sunday,
Didn't think he slept over on Monday.
We cali their opinions too rigid;
We look on our fathers as frigid
Old fellows, whose doleful, blue piety
Had nothing but whines and long prays srs
for variety;
Who nurtured their children with frewns
and the rod,
And thought with long faces to glorify God.
Our noble forefathersi deep be the shame,
If our words dim their glory or tarnish their
fame.
OIL noble those men whose blood and whose
toll
Have restored unto God Americas soil;
Who trusting in Heaven. in face Of the world.
To the fresh western breeze their banner un-
furled;
Not for honor, or powar, or aught of earth's
fame,
But freedom of conscience, in Gods holy
name.
They eagerly saw in the far western skies,
The Bethlehem star of liberty rise;
They followed its light, glorious band,
And now on Times beaten highway they
stand,
Hero-men, pointing onward the Heaven-ht
way,
From Tyranny's darkness to Liberty's day
was saying, before ran off episodical,
And ruined my fame for being methodical
I was saying, that Sunday was once under
stood,
As day set part for mans highest good;
But mans highest good has met with
change, ...fIsa.
And Sunday, as such, is out Of the range.
oftentimes wish from the graves could
call
Some men of the past TO our great Music
Hall,
When Grand Sacred Concert in splendor il
given
To furnish good music for marching Il
Heavenl
They in their simplicity foolishly blundered
In thinking Church music at all like Ole
Hundred,
Or other like chorals; they lost that EFFECT,
We musical Christians learn to expect.
I love all good music, but still confess
Distaste 10 an Opera stripped of its dress;
prefer it u. toto, and have no attachments
For music like this served up in detsch'
ments.
L N free to confess, don't think it quit'
civil,
To sing to Gods praise from Robert th'
Devil"
There is good Church music;-through
long summer day
| could list TO the music that Mcrgsn woulC
play.
Hear the melody gliding through delicat
How borne on a musical ocean it foats
How gently it moves meath his sensitive
fingers, s--5l .s..,i sa
And on the mute air the melody fingers,
Upborne by melodious surges, which roll,
In full sea of fharmony over the soull
But now at Concerts called Sacred we fnt
A musical sandwich for modernized mind;
Be serious hearing the grand "Stabat Mater,
Religiously smile under light 'tTraviata,
Hear delicate airs from the Barber Of Sc
ville,''
From Handel's Messiah" or Robert th
Devil
q beg your good pardon, but just at thi
The French must give place to imperativ
rhyme), ~
| Can revel in solos from III Puritani,
Improve our sound morals in "Don Giovan
nj"
Hear the Opera, minus the acting and Dress
And this is the Sunday that God loves t
bless b,
Aud thus are we living; and woe to the day
When children of Puritans thus go astray
And if steering clear of positive sins
We simply indulge in our own petty whimi
Our passions soon runaway with our sense
For sound morals ne'er sit astride Of a fence
Samuel Burnhan.