The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1910-06-10
The TooIdfessers Dream.
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IIasmgtldered. to dust and passed from the earth,
His poem will flourish in every clmege
Andbehed in respectuntil the end Of time.
Bit adBya dream that / dreamed ifths night
never permitted 70 come to the Ugh,
Ftr life Is too short Aorecord every theme
That comes like Hash to the brain IN dream
N6w lam no drller conceited Or gay
But feel Just good though work for less pay,
Wilenit comes down 70 dreamingI do tuP brown,
And ean make any driler 60 way back and sit down
TIisy call me aswsrthogg, tooIis slave
With outany brains or any soul 'tQsave, Isl
Bdtlet that all pass call it i'll lnck or fate
And give me your ear while this dtdahfI relate
ass ssepinssoae night on a bSatt house bed
That resembed slab in morgue for the dead,
WbelI dreamed light had gone out, on the square,
And myIpoop itie soul was up against It for talr
IdreamedI had wings with 1Shicbf could.fy
70 ttG gates of city farrp in,he sky.
Bit fear had unneryed me, trembed to go,
For Thought of the deeds / had done here below
And as 4 stood thinking in utter despair
of thunder resOunds through the air
Come hther to Judgment, ye men of the earth,
And give ain account Of your deeds from your birth
ST. spread out my sails like the wings of dove,
And started at onde for the city above;
i i arrived in due time and given seat
BY an Angel in waiting at st. Peter feet
ny, eyes were cast down in shame and disgrace
IFntiltold by st. Peter to look in his face;
He asked me my name, and the place Of my BIRTH
y aAndswhat / had done while down on the earth
e toldsrm my life had not been what it should
& Not enough noble deeds to put me to the good;
4 My Joys, my sorrows, my hopes and sd1spal
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a Il did not live by wits like many ofny race
B But earned my living by the sweat of my face;
Z The boarding house sinkers ate at each meal,
PAD f. IN earnings BY pounding cola steel s4rFH
He asked me the names of some of the Jays
"a With whom worked in my toOldreSsing days;
& When came to Mike Huber he said, tell me more;
Why didn t you mention his name long betorei
!. Then he wrote in his book in characters bold
4 This man gets of the purest gold
i Just pass through the gate; go in and sit down,
Let the Angels admire the starsin your crown
y But my crown was so heavy sat down to wait
And watched the great throngs come up to the gate;
And thought could see in the midst Of the crowd,
The form of NJ IIuber,so naughty and proud wrkr-
He walked up to St. Peter as bold as could be-
i am drler from Wadesown, you plainly could see;
While employed in Virginia by the South Penn
Gould you drill any more than the rest OF the men9
IS Then he said to St Peter if you know Of aman
Who can drill as much as know can,
II wish you, would put us both on the same well,
& / would show you how quick we could drill Ito IL
Just PASS through the gate you can help u.s. know,
e For on these chilly days our gas is quite low,
Andifan one asks you what you doing there
Just tell them your business is to shoot hot air
Many thanks, said the driler butt wish could wait
Justa few minutes longer to hear the said fate
OF thtfellow behind with the grin on his face,
That's called the truthful Of all of hisqce.
You mean your old partner James Stewart did you say
The fellow that stole Old Garrison's hay?
Y And that is question meant to ask yorL
But I1let go now, since you have got through
+ Well Jimmy old boy how is with you
Can you swear that your stories have all been true
Hoyeyou done any wrong while down there bclow2
And poor truthful Jimmy answers, No, no.
4 Well james, said ST. Peter, will take your word,
And give my attention to young Buckley Ward