The tri-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1866-1868, 1867-09-03
POETRY
No SECT I'm HEAVEN.


blame of any possible heterodoxy upon Il
lady from whose portfolio they came. v
think it would be right hard Christie
who would not enjoy anything so good
this; and the blessed people who figure
this dream may well afford to bear lit
ouzzing of their earthly foibles, seeing TIT
they are now numbered with the saints
glory everlasting. "-EDIToR WATcHMAN.I
Talking of sects till late one eve,
OF the various doctrines the saints believe,
That night stood in Il troubled dream
BY the side of darkly flowing stream,
And %, ~churhman down to the rive
came,
When T heard strange voice call his name
"Good Father stop; when you cross TIL
tide,
You must leave your robes on the other side.
Rnt the aped father did not mind,
And his LONG gown fioated out behind,
And down to the stream his way he took
His pale hands clasping gilt-edged book
"rm bound for heaven, and when I am there
I shall want my Book of Common Prayer
And though I put on starry crown,
I shall feel quite lost without my gown"
Then he fixed his ewes on the shining track
But his gown was heavy, and held him back
A single step in the flood to gain.
saw him again on the other side,
But his silk gown fioated on the tide;
And no one asked in that blissful spot
Whether he belonged to "THE Church " OF
not.
Then down to the river Quaker strayed,
His dress of a sober hue was made;
Nv, ooot nn6 nv hat mIlSt be all OF CraV.
cannot go any other way"
Then he buttoned his coat straight up to
his chin,
And staidly, solemnly waded in;
And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down
tight
Over his forehead so cod and white.
But a strong wind carried away his hat;
A moment he silently sighed over that,
And then, as he gazed on the farther shore,
The coat slipped oil, and was seen no more,
AS he entered heaven his suit of gray
Went quietly floating away, away;
And none of the angels questioned him
About the width of his beavers brim.
Next came DR.. Watts, with a bundle of
psalms
Tied nicely up in his aged arms,
And hymns as many-a very nice thing
That the people in heaven "all round" might
sing.
But I thought that he heaved an anxious
sigh
AS he saw that the river ran broad and high
And looked rather surprised, as one by one
The psalms and hymns in the waves went
down.
And after him, with his MSS,
Game WoSlav tho DnttprD of uo6linass
But he cried: Dear me, what shall do
The water has soaked them through and
throughr'
And there on the river, far and wide,
Away they went down the swollen tide;
And the saint, astonished went through !
alone,
Without his manuscripts, up to the throne
When gravely walking, two saints by name,
Down to the stream together came;
But as they stopped at the rivers brink,
I saw one saint from the other shrink
" Sprinkled or plunged, may 1 ask you, |
friend.
How you attained to life's great end 2"
THUS, with a few drops on my brow"
But have been dipped, as you'll see me
now,
And I really think it will hardly do,
AS I'm close communion, to cross with
you;
You're bound, know, to the realms of bliss,
But you must so that way, and III go this"
Then straightway plunging, with all his
might,
Away to the left, his friend to the right
Apart they went from the world of sin,
But at last together they entered in.
And now when the river was rolling on,
A Presbyterian Church went down;
Of women there seemed an innumerable
throng,
But the men could count as they passed
along.
And concerning the road they could never
agree,
The OLD or the NEW way, which it could be,
Nor ever moment paused to think
That both would lead to the rivers brink;
And a sound of nurmuring, long and loud,
Came ever up from the moving crowd,
g You're in the old way, and Pm in the new,
That is the false and this is the true;
Or, Pm in the old way, and you're in the
new,
That is the false and this is the true.n
But the BRETHREN only seemed to speak,
Modest the sisters walked, and meek,
And if ever one of them CHANGED to saw
w udG lIOuDIeS sue n6C WIN on the WaV,
How she longed to pass to the other side,
Nor feared to cross over the swelling tide,
a voice arose from the brethren then:
;. Let no one speak but the holy men,
For have ye not heard the words of Paul;
Oh! let the women keep silence all p"
watched them long in my curious dream,
Il Tin they stood by the borders of the stream
Then, just as thought, the two ways met,
But all the brethren were talking yet,
And would talk on, till the heavenly tide
Carried them over, side by side;
Side by side-for the way was one
The toilsome journey of life was done;
And all who in Christ, the Saviour, died,
Came out alike on the other side.
No forms, or crosses, or books had thew,
No gowns of silk, or suits of grav.
No creeds to guide them, or MSS"
For all had put on Christ's righteousness.
May. 1866.
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