Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1892-03-26
81. Pete,. at the Gate.

when up to the top Of the golden stair
\ man and woman ascending there.
Applied for admission. They came and stood
Before st. Peter. SO great and good,
In hopes the City of Peace to win,-
And asked ST. Peter 10 LET them in.
The woman was tall, and hank. and thin,
with scraggly beardlet upon her chin.
The man was short. and thick, and stout,
His stomach was built so it rounded out,
His face was pleasant, snd all the while
He wore a kindly and genial smile.
The choirs In the distance the echoes woke,
And the man kept SIN while the woman spoke.
20 thou who guardest the gate" said she,
I'VE two come hither, beseeching thee
10 let us enter the heavenly land,
And play our harps with the angel band.
0t,.ne, st. Peter, there is no doubt.
There's nothing from heaven to bar me ont.
I've been to meeting three times week.
And almost always I'D rise and speak.
I've told the sinners about the day
When they'd repent of their evil way.
I've told my neighbors-rYe told EN- All
Bout Adam and Eve, and the Primal Fail,
I've shown them what they'd have TO DO
If they'd pass in with the chosen few,
4 We DhE htA LuEiF pain VI AutS ClCAEs-
Laid out the plan for their whole career.
I've talked and talked TO EN-, loud and long,
For my lungs are good. and my voice is strong.
So, good st. Peter. youn cearly see
The gate Of heaven is open for me,
But my old man, regret to say,
Hasn't walked in exactly the marrow way.
He smokes and he swears, and grave faults
he's got.
And don't know whether hen pass or not.
He never would pray with an earnest vim.
OR go 10 revival, or Join in zymu.
So had to leave him In sorrow there
While I. with the, chosen, united in prayer.
He ate what the pantry CHANGED TO afford,
While I, in my purity. sang 70 the Lord,
And if eucumbers we're all he got
It's chance If he merired them or not.
But oh ST. Peter. love him so
To the pleasures OF heaven please let him go.
I've done enough--a saint I've been.
Won't that atone? Can't you let him in?
BY my grim gospel know lis so
That the unrepentant must fry below,
But isn't there some way you can see
That he may enter who's dear to me:
Its narrow gospel by which pray
But the chosen expect some way
OF coaxing, or fooling. or bribing you
So that their relation can amble through.
And say, st. Peter. it.seems 70 me
This gate isn't kept as ii ought to be.
You ought to stand right BY the opening there
And never sit down in thar easy-cnair.
And say. St, Peter. my eye is d4ln1ned.
But don't ike the way your whiskers are
trimmed.
They re cut too wide. and outw gard toss.
They'd look better narrow. cut straight across
Well, we must be going, our crowns TO win,
So open. St. Peter, and wen pass I'M"
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st. Peter sat quiet. and stroked his star,
But, spite Of his Office he had to laugh,
Then said, with frey CLEAN il his eye.
who's tending this gateway,-you or r.
And then he arose. in his stature tall,
And pressed button, upon the wall
And said 70 the imp who answered the bell
Escort this Lady around to hen!"
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The man stood stir as piece Of stone
Stood sadly, gtoomily there aBone.
j lifelong settled idea ne had
That his wife was good and ne was bad.
He thought if the woman went down below.
That he would certainly have to co.
That If she went 70 the regions din
There wasn't ghost o. chance for him.
slowly he turned. l,y habit bent
To follow wherever tht woman went.
Ct. Peter, standing on duty there,
Observed that gne top Of his head was bare.
He called the gentleman back and said
Friend. now long have you been wedt'
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And then he thoughtt4lly added "why?"
st. Peter was silent With head bent down
Hc raised his hand and scratched his crown.
Then, seeming different thought u take,
Slowly, half 70 himself, space.
Thirty years With that woman there7
No wonder the man hasn't any hair!
Swearing is wicked. Smokes not good.
He smoked and swOre,-L should think he
would.
Thirty years with thar tongue 50 sharp?
Hu. Angel Gabriel. GIVE HIM a HARP!
a jewelied harp with golden string.
Good Sir, pass in where the angels sing!
Gabriel, give him a seat alone
Ono with cushion.--up near the thronel
Tan III some angels 70 play their best.
Let him enjoy tue music. ana rest.
See that On lnest Afnbrosla he feeds.
He's had about ali the hell he needs
II lent Just hardly ttp tiiDgto do
10 rOast MIN on earth and the future TOO.
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They gave him harp With golden strings,
A glitterin2 rUbe, and pair ~ wings
Aud he said as entered the Realm Of Day
Wen. this beats cucuIbers, anyway"
And 50 the Scriptures had come 10 pass
That 1he last shall te asst und re il, u shall
be last"
-Goshcn Democrat.
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