Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1889-08-21
ALPENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
FARMER BROWN.

"5ts' to wife dor wife an me goes han In
han1,
SEES l. I'll toll We what, I've got plan
I've BEN a-thnkn ON for quite timei
To-morrer, Of II hol's OF fair an line,
I'll so into the city, with load
The haulin's easy, on level road
I'll sell II out an put up for the night,
An in the mornin' I'll fresh me up, all clean
an bright,
An go to meetin an hear the blessed word
From them as truly knows the meanln's OF the
Lord
I'll do IT. sure as am Farmer Brown,
An Twin here in Jenknstowni
$50 Sunday KEN an I went alone,
Through miles Of streets, on walks OF stone,
TIL the meetin house, at last was found,
An stop't jes still an look't aroundl
II alraos' took my bre'th to see.
That towerin church, an IL seemed TO me
AS OF the doors, what was swingin' wide,
Was beck'nin' all the world inside.
An slept sor like, and kinder slow.
For ses' I, feel TO know,
This is OF all holy place,
An the air OF II is the air OF grace;
An l walk't strait in, an strait ahed,
For IN cant to hoar all the preacher sed;
An I sot rite down In q cushioned pow,
Close up in front, with ra'al good viewl
THE light ken through the painted pane,
An lit the place like holy fame,
I sat an thot OF the hurnin' bush,
An my heart beat loud in the still an hush.
Till the organ spoke, so sof' an low,
Like the pleadn tones OF child, you know
An then the soun's grew loud an clear.
AS Of the Lord Himself was near
Seems like l hearn His voice In the organs
roll,
Seems like felt His strength lift up my soul !
"Jes' then lady KEN. with chill, white face,
A picter OF Ice in frame OF lacel
She stopt' an she lookt, an moved along,
But still she stood, like suthin was wrong
She looked so cold that she froze me through,
An didn't know what orter TO do;
SO ses I: Kin help ye, ma'amf I'm Farmer
Brown,
An live TO home, In Jenkinstownl
Then q man KEN up, an he ses ses he:
I'll I'm you seat-kem along with meV
II follered him down the long, long lie,
An the folks oil comm In the while
felt 80 strange, an stir, an queer.
couldn't see. an couldn't hear,
An when We got TO the backmost seat OF oil
MY knees they shook like would fall,
But the slick young man with the bright breast
pin,
He ses TO me: Pass in! pass inr
sot rite down. but my heart was sore,
An rose in my throat like an apple-core.
The preacher got up, an he prayed prayer,
But my mind 1t couldn't follow him fair.
tho't OF the stranger" before the gates,
Ses TO myself, I'm him that waits,
An faint the scars, nor the stains Of sin,
r'is jes my clothes won't lot me In!
AN all OF q suddint, the glory and grace
Was lost in the dark and the gloom Of the place
The soul OF the sermon seemed starvin an
lean;
couldn't make out what the preacher did
mean.
tho't OF the Master with sandaled feet
wondered II He should chance TO meet
The lady fair, with the chill, white face.
In the house OF God In His holy place,
II she'd look at Him as she looked at mo;
II she'd curl her lip as haughtilyl
Il wondered, too, II the slick young man,
With his spine as stiff as battering ram,
Would lead Christ back, cause His robe was
coarse,
An wasn't expressed from fashions source
81 took my hat, an still as any mouse,
slid rite down them stairs, an lef the house
In my old soul there was sigh. an not song,
An sech puzzlin, as slowly walk't along
All TO wunst IL was as ef spoke directly with
the Lord,
II was as IL hearn tho Spirit OF the Word,
An plain MS emmy thing, 1t sed to me-
"'Be still, my son, an lis'en PATIENTLY
My church can MOI be built OF earthly wood or
stone,
My temple true is reared within the heart
alone
Now seek no longer for the outer sign,
But feed thy soul from inner founts divinei
Nor wander farther, Farmer Brown,
I'll bide by thee in Jenkinstownr"
Ella Dare, in Inter Ocean.