People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1895-09-12

By the promises you made us
Open open wide your door!
To an eagle on the mountain crest
The storm below no sorrow brings
Safe are his fedglings in the nest,
And strong ana vigorous are his wings.
'Tis so with gallant Andrew now
The pride and idol of our town.
There is saying old but true
You cannot keep good man down.
For It's all era of greatref
When vulgar men Of common clay,
Are swept as leaves before the storm
Along the broad highway,
The fittest only should survive.
Men of great worth who can command
The confidence of those who strive,
To Danish wrong from out the land.
To guard the interests Of our land,
To save our treasury from pelf,
From those who with despoiling hand
Seek to enrich themself
A bull dog bold with watchful ear.
Will guard with care his masters home.
So when the robber doth appear
He will wish he had not come.
And yet that bull dog to be strong,
Should be fed upon the choicest meat
So when the robber comes along
He will grab him by the seat.
And so with fat and jOuley cheeks
His masters interests guards with care,
Content that there is enough for him,
For all others, he does not care.
And some reformers are that way.
In this great age of which write,
With pious looks they sing and pray
And mourn for heathens in the night.
OF ignorance and beastly sin
And loud lament their awful plight,
While they slyly get their fine work in
Upon the sons and daughters of light.
The hungry poor that rouni them live,
Their mild request they scOrn TO hear.
A plying Christ could scarce forgive,
The hypocrisy that is pent up there.
In their black hearts, let in the light,
The broad and shining light of day.
Talk not to me Of Afric's night
When things like this exist today.
In free enlightened America,
Where churches rise on every hand.
Are thousands Of homeless poor today,
Who seek and beg their brother man
To give to them from out that store,
From millions sent to foreign shore
To heather lands where nature gives
A plenteOus store to all who live,
Where bread fruit ripens on the trees,
Where yearly round the southern breeze,
Tells not OF winters icy breath,
That in the land has chilled to death
The sons and daughter of our race,
Who without shelter have no place
To shelter them from winters storm.
No clothes or fuel 10 keep them warm.
The church bells ring upon the air,
The latter day saints are in their pew.
A christian duty calls them there
A missionary is goinf to Timbuctoo.
Their christian garb Of silks and laceS,
With broad cloth fine and diamond bright.
The paint that adorns their pious faces
Shows plain in the soft gas light.
Their gilded church and organ grand
Supported by high salaried choir.
Surely everything is now at hand,
Their holy zeal to quick inspire.
The text is read and after prayer
That choir their salary now earn.
Just what they sing cannot learn.
You would not know II you were there.
For high art singing now consists
In chanting high aud warbling low,
No matter if all words are missed
So its the proper thing you know.
The preacher now his task begins
The gold clasped Bible open lays.
He tells Of the heather and their sins
And for their salvation long he prays.
Regrets the sad untimely fate
OF the missionary they sent year ago.
Tells how with joy the natives wait
For fresh supply at Timbuctoo.
send all you can is their request
Be sure that they are fat and stout.
Our people have been greatly blest
And loud lament that they are out.
So We must have money at once 10 send
A cody man to that heather shore.
Who gives to thepoor to the Lord doth lend
And will be blest forever more.
Then up arises old Deacon Brown.
Old Deacon Brown who is so very thrifty
With every poor man in his town
And says my brothers I'll 20 fifty.
This starts the auction off in great shape
For auction it is except in name.
With joy the parsOn is elate
To see them buck the game.
VI course the one who gives the most
Buys with that price the right to stand
A mighty captain of that host
Who seek their Lords command.
The sale is over the money raised.
Old Deacon Brown comes out ahead.
The choir chants, the Lord be praised
And now the benediction said.
The old deacOn's heart is all aglow
Asquick his footsteps homeward turn
Across the dreary waste of snow.
To where his fire light warm does burn.