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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	A
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OCTOBER	A
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Wind in the south west weather fit to stay	B
A sweet old fashioned Indian summer day	B
When Heaven and Earth both seem to look at you	C
Through hair of gold and misty eyes of blue	C
My wife said as we talked of it together	A
It seemed as if some of our old farm weather	A
Had got tired of the sober hills of brown	D
Hitched up a cloud and driven into town	D
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We went to church and heard a sermon preached	E
Which all the way from Earth to Heaven reached	E
And lifted us up toward the town divine	F
Till we could almost see the steeples shine	F
And hear the mighty chariots as they rolled	G
Along the massive turnpikes made of gold	G
We had some music so sweet lipped and true	C
It made me think of every flower I knew	C
And when with benediction the old pastor	A
Said Good bye for himself but not his master	A
It put my resolution to the rack	H
To head my poor old tears and drive them back	H
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We tried to come straight out as Christians should	I
And bring away all of it that we could	I
But there were certain persons there to day	B
Who after church was over clogged the way	B
And standing 'round with worldly nods and smiles	J
Held a week day reception in the aisles	J
Now when one's mind falls in celestial frame	K
He wants to get home safely with the same	K
And hates through jostling gossipers to walk	L
And stumble 'gainst the smallest kinds of talk	L
Intended by some power his mind to bring	M
Down out of Heaven to every worldly thing	M
From office and good methods to ensure it	N
To rheumatism and proper means to cure it	N
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From Arthur Selwyn's Note book	O
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These are the spires that were gleaming	M
All through my juvenile dreaming	M
Here the high belfries are singing	M
Gold invitations they're winging	M
Asking man through the charmed portal	P
Where he is once more immortal	P
Where he may hide from his cares	Q
Under a shelter of prayers	Q
Why do these halls high and broad	R
Under the same constant God	S
Vary in structure and style	T
Differ from chancel to aisle	T
Why forms and creeds so diverse	U
Why is my blessing your curse	U
Pondering here on the street	V
This is one reason I meet	V
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Man's brain is devious and strange	W
Differs in form and in range	W
So that God's fervid love sun	X
Falling the same on each one	X
Differs in form and in hue	C
Not the less precious or true	C
Body and brain and heart	Y
Temple of infinite art	Y
You had no power to control	Z
Hues of your windows of soul	Z
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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	A
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OCTOBER	A
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Sweet virtue virtue virtue what a start	Y
You've got here in this city's feverish heart	Y
There isn't a thing to do that's square and right	A2
But some one's here to teach it day and night	A2
No soothing balm soul may from soul demand	B2
But some one has it ready to his hand	B2
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And then the churches thick and rich of yield	C2
As corn shocks in a new made prairie field	C2
Where any one the golden fruit can find	D2
All ready cooked to suit his heart and mind	D2
Great brick and mortar prayers that never cease	E2
And costing fifty good sized farms apiece	E2
Much too expensive it might well be said	F2
If bodies only need be clothed and fed	F2
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And then the missions regular district schools	G2
Where transient men are taught eternal rules	G2
Then the Salvation Army girls and boys	H2
Who season their religion up with noise	H2
And when they get to Heaven won't have the power	A
To help keep silent even half an hour	A
But who take ragged wretches every day	B
Haul them into the straight and narrow way	B
Strip them of vain conceit soon as they show it	N
And get them saved almost before they know it	N
It's something good to make these people good	I
Who never go to church and never would	I
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God bless each woman man and child I say	B
That leads His creatures in the heavenly way	B
Whether they work by still old fashioned means	I2
Or march with drums and flags and tambourines	I2
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Then there's those men who've crept and crawled as low	J2
As even Satan cared to have them go	J2
Have marched through strong iron doors in striped ranks	I2
Have toiled where convict labor whirls and clanks	I2
Have made hard beds in cramped and lonely cells	I2
Have sinned their way through several different hells	I2
Whose lives have been so terribly amiss	I2
To ever find worse worlds than they've made this	I2
Then groped out into Virtue's bath and sun	X
And been washed up as clean as any one	X
And warmed up with sweet sunlight from above	K2
Till they themselves start off on deeds of love	K2
And say to men with scarred and crime flushed brow	L2
I've been as bad or worse than you are now	L2
Whereat the wretch says with dull shadowy bliss	I2
What can there be some square way out of this	I2
And maybe brings to pass through Virtue's schemes	I2
Some of his poor old mother's fondest dreams	I2
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Oh you who shout or sing or chant or read	F2
Whatever be your name or style or creed	M2
If any one on earth a plan has got	N2
Whether it's half as good as yours or not	N2
To find a gate into the narrow way	B
And let in others that have gone astray	B
If there's a single chance to mortals given	X
By which to slip poor mortals into Heaven	X
For Heaven's sake do not frown in righteous wrath	O2
Or throw a scornful word into their path	O2
But interfere with help in their affairs	I2
And push them with your money and your prayers	I2
For Pain is Pain and God to see it loath	P2
In this strange world and in the next one both	P2
And he who saves his fellow men from pain	Q2
Is God's hired man and does not toil in vain	Q2
But I'm reminded by the bell for dinner	A
That I'm no preacher but a poor old sinner	A
Unable even to follow my own view	C
Much less to counsel others how to do	C
I can't even eat when I come right down to it	N
Without a bell to tell me when to do it	N
So I will cork my sermon snub my muse	I2
And go down stairs with Wife and learn the news	I2

William Mckendree Carleton

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