He  is  parson   and  priest,   though  his

apron  be  leather.
And  he  tuck  up  his  shirt-sleeves  to  do

his  job  well,


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Whose  heart   is  most  loving  to  sister

and  brother,
Most  ready  to  go  where  the  sorrowful

dwell.
And  to  show  to  the  erring  the  right

way  of  truth,
And  bring  them  again  to  the  faith  of

their  youth.
Now,  the  faith  of  my  youth  was  that

Christ  would  redeem
The  life  of  the  poor  from  its  sorrow

and  sin.
Would  wake  up  the   world  from  its

wealth-loving  dream       \
To   seek  the  true  riches  of  manhood

within.
In  wisdom  and  worth,  and  the  peace

which  they  bring.
That's  the  word  which  I  heard  from

my  old  mother's  lips  ;
But  now  it's  another  guess-song  that

they  sing.
And  the  light  of  her  heaven  has  aU

suffered  eclipse.
Oh,  we  boast  that  the  poor  man  may

rise  in  the  world.
And  we  point  to  his  sons  who  are  lords

in  the  state,
A-driving   in    carriages,    scented  and

curled.
Or  making  their  bow  to  the  Gold-

Stick-in-Wait.
And  where  shall  you  find,  now,  a  sight

that's  so  grand.
Except  in  this   truth-loving,    Christ-
serving  land  ?

Well,  well !   what  rare  tricks  we  do

play,  to  be  sure.
