Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-02-27
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Turn on the Light.

/ lCnriStlau appear, r0Druary Il.
Dedicated to the laymen and preach
ers (excusing the presiding elders) of the
South Carolina Annual Conference OF
the Methodist Episcopal Church, South
To be sung to the tune of "The Camp.
bells Are Coming"
"Turn on the light" DRIED elder D.,
Turn o.. the light, you elder b.
Turn on the light indeed, quoth he,
The people then will surely see,
And spoil this little game of ours,
This panderer to priestly powers,
Born in the darkest midnight hours,
Aud full of subtlety.
Turn on the light, we now demand,
The people, they shall see
This thing of night, that breads the
light,
And blinds mons eyes unto the right,
And mooks at justice, vaunts Its might,
And grabs aud grabs with grip 80 tight
The sgreeubaoks, gold and silver bright,
| Won by the toll of many hand,
Monstrous monstrosity.
Turn on the light that ali may SOC
This recent innovation,
This thing of evil, tiend or devil,
Foul breeder of dissension
And foe to liberty;
This noisome smelling, pooket-swelling,
Elder filling, preacher-killing,
People billing, nil or willing,
Right-destroying, wrong -distilling
Per cent iniquity.
Turn on the light, more light, say,
Behold ye men and brothers,
This scheme to raise the elders pay
Regardless of the rights OF others,
Of friends and comrades, preachers,
brothers,
Their wives, their children and thoir
| mothers,
Who ground beneath this tyrant's heel,
Scarce dare to speak, or think, or feel,
Lest venturing 80, this monster dread
Should rend their heart, cut off their
head,
Then pray for pretension.
Turn on the light, turn on the light,
That which is wrong can ne'er be right,
Though clothed in garments pure and
white
And posing as child of light;
AvauDt ye, then fonl fiend of night
| To thine own habitatiou;
Thou double ended, muohly mended,
| Subtle dealing, much like stealing,
Conscience fretting, greed begetting,
Ring besetting, life blood letting,
Per cent abomination.
Ye laymen. harken tell mo, pray,
Shall this vile thing be allowed to stay
And vex our righteous souls forever ?
This oft debated, justly hated,
BY ell condemned and lowly rated
| Machine to raise the elders pay ?
O. tell me, is it here to stayp
Thank God, hear you answer nay;
Its doom is sealed, it shall away
And ne'er return, no never, never.
Look up my friends, fresh courage take,
A brighter dawn is breaking,
The people now are wide awake,
And all their plans are making;
Then tune your lips and voices strong,
To celebrate in grateful song
The victory won by right y 81 wrong;
Fen now, all hope forsaking,
This monster dread hangs low his head
In shame and fear and qpaking,
See how his knees are shaking.
Come on, my partners in distress,
Your every wrong shall have redress,
You've seen it oft, you know it all,
How Petor's robbed for to pay Paul,
Till Paul grown fat, looks sleek and fine; /;
Poor Peter looks like those lean kline
Who in fit of desperation,
For want of food for mastication
Did hoist their tails and believing loud
Bore down upon that stall fed crowd
OF Pharaoh pottoui cattle.
Then with one awful, mighty bawl
They broke their heads and punched
their sides,
And chawed their tails and ripped their
hides,
And ate 'em hoof, head, horns and all,
Nor left a bone to rattle.
My, my! it was battle I
Amen! but what of Paul ? Poor Paul!
Now, brethren, dear, let's drop tear
And bow our heads in sorrow,
Tonight our hearts are filled with care,
Joy cometh on the morrow.