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He marches by with air so grand,
Followed by wife so true,
While all the neighbors stand, and gaze,
And whisper, "There's for you!"
But "brother B.," a man of sense,
Cares not for scoffs or frowns;
He marches on, with head up straight,
Nor thinks of those who'd tread him down.
Followed by wife so true,
While all the neighbors stand, and gaze,
And whisper, "There's for you!"
But "brother B.," a man of sense,
Cares not for scoffs or frowns;
He marches on, with head up straight,
Nor thinks of those who'd tread him down.
Next "brother R.," a large-souled man,
With purse and house all ready
To welcome the rich, and grand, and proud,
As well as the poor and needy:
Within our church, so small and neat,
His laughing face is always seen;
He rarely or never stays at home;
He's ripening for heaven, I ween.
With purse and house all ready
To welcome the rich, and grand, and proud,
As well as the poor and needy:
Within our church, so small and neat,
His laughing face is always seen;
He rarely or never stays at home;
He's ripening for heaven, I ween.
Our little church, that used to be
The scenes of quiet life,
Has older grown, and now has scenes
Of discontent and strife.
The scenes of quiet life,
Has older grown, and now has scenes
Of discontent and strife.
