Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1868-03-19
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A Methodist Lyric for Conference Time.
THE CIRCUIT PREACHER.

He wonders il some city "charge" may not for him
have writ;
ccres could they his sermon hear on Paul and Luke
awrcck,
Then Ind his talent ne'er been hid on Annomesix
Nccki
Poor, rugged heartl be still while. and you, worn
wife, be meek!
1'wo years of Punishment they read, fur dewn the
Chesapeake;
Though Brother Bates. less eloquent, by Wilmington
is woocd,
The Lord that counts the sparows fall shall feed his
little brood.
.thecrup, my girl here's Brother Riggs our Circuit
knows will please
lie raised three hundred dollars there besides the
marriage fees.
What. tears from US, who preached the word these
thirty years or So
Two years on barren chincoteague and two in Tucka-
hoe?
"Thc schools are good. the Brethren say, and our
church holds the wheel;
The Presbyterans lost their house. the Baptists lost
their zeal;
The parsonage is clean and dry, the town has friendly
folk
Not half SO dull as Rehoboth. nor proud like Peco-
mokc.
'oh thy just will, our Lord. be done, though these
eight seasons more
We sec onr ague-cripplcd boys pine on the Eastern
While we, thy stewards, journey out our dedicated
years
Mid oresters of Nanticoke, heather Of Tangiers!
"yca! some must serve on Gods frontiers, and
shall fail, perforce,
course:
AT sassafras or Smyrna. preach my argument on
Drink
Ny series on the Pentatcuch at Appequinimink.
Gray am l. Brethren in the work, though tough to
hear my part,
It is these dropping little ones that sometimes wiring
my heart,
And cheat me with the vain conceit the ceverness is
10 The churches of the Elk and pass The brandy
wine.
These hairs were brown, when, full Of hope ent'r-
ng these holy lists
Proud Of my Order as knght-the shouting Metho-
lists--
made the pine woods ring win hymns with prayer
the nght-wnds shook,
And preached from Assawaman Light far north as
"Myna was gray, my gig was newt; fast went the
sandy miles;
The eldest Trustees gave praise the alrcst sisters
smilcs
sun recall how Elder Smith of wortcn Heights aver
My Apostolic Parallels the best he ever heard.
AN Winter long rode the SHOWS, rej.icing ON my
way;
Al midnight our Revival hymns rolled DER the sob
bling bay;
Three Sabbath sermons every week, should tire a
man of brass
And still our erycnt membership must have their
tra Glass
Aggressive withthe zeal of youth, in many warm
rquite
terrified Immersionsts, and scourged the Milcrlte
But larger, tcnderer charities such vain debates sup
plant,
When the dear wife. saved by my zeal loved the Itin
Grant
no cooing dove, of storms afeard, she shared m,
e's Distress
singing Miriam, always in Gods poor wilderness
The wreched Mt her foctstep smiled, the frivolou
still:
bright path marked her pilgrimage from Blackbirt
to Snowtill
"a new face in the Parsonage, at Church dsubl
pridc-
Like the Madonna and her babe they filled tn
'Amcn-sde-
oonchcd at my feet in the old gigmy boy, so fair an
frank,
'hccred the dark swamps of Nascosgo, the sluices
Chopank.
My cloth drew close; too fruitful love my fuites
life outran;
The townsfolk marveed, when We moved, at such
caravan!
wonder not my lads grew wild, when bright withor
The door
pread the ripe luring, wanton world-and we. will
in, opoorl
For, down the silent cypress aisles came shap,
even me to scout
Moeking the lean TANKS Of my mare my boys patche
roundabout,
Ana saying: Have these starveling boors thy col
gregaon, souls,
hat on their dull heads Heaven and thou pour fort
such living Goals ~
Then prayer brought hopes, half secular, like see
by Endor's witch;
Beyond our barren Maryland Gods folks were wi
and rich,
here climbing spires and easy pews showed ho
Tho preacher thrived,
AND all old Brethren paid their rents, and maj
young ones wved!
II saw the ships Henlopen pass with chapains
and sleek;
From Bishopshcad with fancys sails crossed I
Chesapeake;
N velvet pulpits ofthe North said my best sermo
Der
And that on Paul tn patmos driven. drew tears
Baltimore.