The Atlanta constitution., 1900-12-03
"Songs Of the Soil"
81 FRANK /. STANTON
The Disappointed Brother.

| know he's read my titles clear-JeSt re''u
'em up en- down
Fer he's sent me up to Billville, when my
heart wuZ set on Brown!
Now. of course, the livin' gospel Is the
thing that makes us go
An call up all the mourners. from TIT
to Tallyho
But how'm ] go-n to lay that same
revivin gospel down.
When they've sent me up to BlllVilie,
when my heart was set on Brown!
The Brown folks didn't want me. fer
they told him. out-o'-hand,
It wuz with the former pastor that they'd
seek the promised land!
But the bishop--he wuz wiser. Ell he told
'eTn, up an down:
He's had two year in Billville an this
time he goes to Brown"
Now, ef I wuz bishop. do you think Ia
act that way?
O amt a-goln' to be one. but-the world
turns round each dayD
Do you think ia ct up in Il chair. an lay
that doctrine down
TO send a man TO Billville, when his heart
wuz set on Brown
But-gIory. hal eluia. were II the worlds
field wide
An the happy lights O Canaan shine from
the other side,
An this here thought comes to me-when
the gospel is laid down
IF you git to heaven from BillVille, you
kin git thar. too. from Brown
Rrother Dickev SAYS: "Brotherin'. L
don't keer whar de bishop er my church
SEN me. so long ez | kin save money en-
sinners"
Resignation.
If that Thou sayest: This is My gracious
will
Though rough the road may he.
And red with thorns that yet are keen
to kill.
II is enough for me.
Enough for me, I asked a little light.
But If this be denied
l can toll upward In the lonesome night
If Thou with me abide.
If sometimes on hat way, which seems
so lone.
I weep DER affairs dead,
,Seall not this thought for all the grief
~ .e:-
"Still by rhy hand I'm led!
".
Yea when 7 shiver. friendless. in land
To my faint steps unknown,
Thro III Faith. through Faith. feel Thy
guiding hand
I am not all alone.
may reap thorns in lonely gardens
drear;
But beam Thy sta above!
And even in LIES deserts shall shine
clear
The lilies OF Thy love.
VI.
stay by these steps that falter! we
have need
or strength. till storms snail cease!
We cling to earth-storms, even when
Thou woulds't lead
To great, Eternal Peace.
\ colored philosopher. in the rural
district of Georgia, say; Il done done
de bcs' I could; en- ef a angel wuz ter
come down heah en- do mo- wouldn't be
'sprise ef some er desc good toiAs
wouldn't levy on his wings'
An Old-Time Singer.
We liked the oI-time meetin's-on Jor-
dams banks to stand
An cast a wishful eye into the fur-of
promised laud
The OF songs of salvatlon-salvation fun
an free
That dear, oT-tune "Amazin' grace that
saved n wretch like me"'
l rickolIect them Of, sweet hymns that
use to float SO high
'Peared like they shook the winders in
the everlastin sky!
Fer when we heard the preacher say,
Some brother raise the tune
We alms knowed "Amazin' Grace wuz
comm mighty soon!
Somehow, this new-style singin' is ruther
out my line.
Although they sometimes lines it out an
axes folks to jine:
l lose my voice completely. an with
kind O. sigh
Seek "Jordan's Stormy Banks OF OLD,
where my possessions lie!
There's more'n folks imagines-I tell you
i'm song:
It's still the same OF gospel, but they
pear to sing it wrongi
I.eastways. the Of folks thinks so: but
what's the use to sigh?
So long as it's the gospel wen git there
by an by.
The First Night.
"NVcn. ,uh." said Brother Dickey. Il
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