The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1881-09-15
THE OLD NAN AT TIE STYLISH
CHURCH.

RepuoiIshed by request.
Well, wife, I've been to church to-day
been to stylish one
And seein' you can't 60 from home, Pll tell
you what was done:
You would nave been surprised to see what
saw there to-day:
The sisters were fixed up so fine they hardly
bowed TO pray.
had on these coarse clothes OF mine, not
much the worse for wear,
But they knew wasn't what they called a
millionaire;
So they led the old man to a seat away back
by the door
Twas bookless and uncushioned, a PRESERVED d
seat for the poor"
Pretty soon in came stranger, with gold
ring and clothing fn,;
They led him to a cushioned seat far in adj
vance of mine;
1 thoughtthat wasn't exactly right to seat
him up so near,
When he was young, and I was old and
hard to hear.
But then, there's no accountin' for what
some people do;
The finest clothing, now-a-days, oft gets
the finest pew;
But when we reach the blessed home, all I'M
defled by sin;
Wen see wealth beggin' at the gate, while
poverty goes in,
couldn't hear the sermon, sat 50 far
away,
So through the hours of service, I could
only watch and pray;
Watch the doin's of the christians sittin'
near me round about,
Pray God to make them pure within, as
they were pure without.
While I sat there lookin' round upon the
rich and great,
kept thinkin' of the rich man and the beg
gar at his gate;
How. by all but dogs forsaken, the poor
beggar's form grew cold,
And the angels bore his spirit to the man
slOns Oullt OF gold;
And at last the rich man perished, aud his
spirit took its fight,
From the purple and fine linen, to the home
of endless night.
There he learned, as he stood gazing at The
beggar in the sky,
'It isn't all of life to live, nor all death to
die"
/ doubt not there were wealthy sires in that
religious fold
Who went up from their dwellings like the
pharisee of old;
Then returned home from their worship
with head uplifted high
To scorn the hungry from their door, with
naught to satisfy.
Out, out with such profession! !! they are do
ing more to day
To stop the weary sinner from the gospels
shing way,
Than all the books Of infdels, than all that
has been tried,
Since Christ was horn at Bethlehem, since
Christ wascruc:fied.
How simple are the works of God, and yeI
how grand!
The shells in ocean caverns, the flowers oi
the land;
He gilds the clouds of evening with the gold
right from his throne,
Not for the rich man only; not for the Pool
alone.
Then why should man look down on mar
because of lack of gold?
Why seat him in the poorest pew because
his clothes are old?
A heart with noble motives,a heart thai
God has blest,
May be beatin' heavens music meath tha
faded coat and vest.
I am old may be childish-but I lov'
simplicity.
l love to see it shinin' in a christians pi
ETY..
Jesus told US, in his sermon in Judea's noun
tains wild,
He that wants:to go to heaven must be Ike
a little child. @
Our heads are growin'gray, dear wife, oul
hearts are beatin' slow;
In little while the master viii call for u
TO go.
When we reach the Pearly gateways, anC
look IN with joyful eyes,
Well see no stylish worship in the tcmpl
! of the skies.