St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-09-07
FARMER BROWN.

80 10 Vile (for wife an me goes ham ii
hanD,
Ses L I'll tell We what. Two M, r,.,
We ben a-thinlin' on for quite a time!
io-morrer, ef il hors on fair an fine.
II go into the city, with load
ane haoiin easy, en- a level road.
sen II Out, an put Up for the night,
az IN the mornin' I'll fresh me up, all clear
an bright
An so to meetin' an hear the blessed word
1ron' tGem as truly knows the meanin's OF IL
III 90 IT. sure as am Farmer Brown,
An Twin here in Jenkinstown.
so Sunday KEN an went alone,
rnrocSh miles OF streets, on walks OF stone,
I'M the meetin house at last was found,
An stopt les still an look't around.
II Amos took my breth to see.
ihat towerin church, an il seemed TO me
AS CT the DOORS what was swingin' wide
was beck min all the world inside
An slept sof like, and kinder slow
FOR SEES /, feel 10 know,
This is OF all a holy place.
An the air OF il is the air OF grace.
An walk't strait in, an strait ahed.
FOR l meant TO hear all the preacher sed;
An L sot rite down in a cushioned pew,
Ciose up In front, with a ra' al good view!
The light KEN through the painted pane,
sat, an tho't OF the turnin' bush,
An my heart beat loud in the still an hush
IIii The organ spoke, SO sof' an low.
Lake the pieadin' tones of n child, you know
An then the soun's grew loud an clear,
AS Ell the Lord Himself was near!
seems like ! hearn His voice in the organ.
roll.
Seems Ike l felt HIS strength lift up INV soul
"Jcs' then lady KEN, with chill, white face
a picter OF ice in a frame OF lace,
she stopt an she lookt, an moved along,
But stu she stood. like suthin was wrong
she looked SO cold that she froze me through,
An i didn't know what orter TO do:
DO ses 1: Kin help ye, mas am: L N Farmer
Brown,
An live TO home. in Jenkinstown,
Then man ken up, an he SEES ses he:
4 II IN you seat-kem along with me-
Il follered him down the long. long lie,
An the folks all comm in the while
felt so strange, an stiff an queer.
1couidn see. an couldn't hear
An when We got TO the backmost seat OF all
NV knees they shook like 1 would fall,
But the slick young man with the bright breast
pin,
He ses 10 me: Pass in. pass i'm
sot rite down. but my heart was sore,
An rose in my throat like an appe-core.
The preacher got up. an he prayed prayer,
But my c:ind il 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,
It's ies' my clothes won't let me in.
IAN all Of 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 cut what the preacher did
mean.
tho't of the Master with sandaled feet,
j wondered if lie should chance to meet
The lady fair, with the chill. white face.
In the house OF God. in III S holy place,
IL she d look At III m as she looked AT me;
lr she'd curl her lip as haughtily,
Il wondered, too. if the slick young man.
With his spine stiff rs a battering ram.
Would lead Christ back, cause His robe was
coarse.
An wasn't expressed from fashions source!
Il took my hat an still as any mouse.
Slid rite down them stairs, an lef the house:
In my old soul there was a sigh. an not n song
An sech puzzlin, As slowly waikiki along,
All TO wunst, it was as ef l spoke directly with
the Lord.
II was as if hearn the Spiri, OF the Word,
An plain as emmy thing. II sed to me:
"sBe still. my son. an lis'en patiently.
.dy church can nol be built Of earthly wood or
stone,
Ny temple true is reared within the heart
alone,
Now seek no longer for the outer sign.
But feed thy soul from inner founts divine.
Nor wander farther. Farmer Brown.
l ii bide by thee in Jenkinstown--
Ella Dare, in Inter Ocean.