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Show The Old Fogy and Eliotism. Mebbe Mr. Eliot's right, It ain't for me to say, When eddication is the thing That folks must have today. I hain't got much; I never had; It's jest enough to read The Good Book that somehow has been A mighty help, indeed. In every time of trouble, and I don't know what I'd do. If after all these years I'd find The Bible wuzn't frus. I ain't the eddicated kind To study out a plan That's meant to work some other way To make a better man Of me and then that's like I am, But if some can, of course, It ain't fer me to set myself Agin the fount and source Of eddication, but it seems To me there'll be a loss Of something that's toj good to lose If they cut out the Cross. Mebbe Mr. Eliot's right; I shore don't know no plan, Except that one, to do the work Of saving poor, lost man. And somehow that seems good enough, Fer through the many years That I have lived, it never fails In time of joy or tears. Still, I don't say that I am right And Mr. Eliot's wrong, Because it ain't my kind of folks That shoves the world along; But there's one thing I know I know, And I am here to say Let them, as wants to, try. new plans, I'll keep the good old way. W. J. Lampton. |
