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I thought the deacon liked me, yit / I warn't adzackly shore of it -- / Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, / When jiners 'ud be comin' in, / I'd seed him shakin' hands as free / With all the sistern as with me!
But jurin' last Revival, where / He called on _me_ to lead in prayer, / An' kneeled there with me, side by side, / A-whisper'n' "he felt sanctified / Jes' tetchin of my gyarment's hem," -- / That settled things as fur as them- / Thare other wimmin was concerned! -- / And -- well! -- I know I must a-turned / A dozen colors! -- _Flurried_? -- _la_! -- / No mortal sinner never saw / A gladder widder than the one / A-kneelin' there and wonderun' / Who'd pray' -- So glad, upon my word, / I railly could n't thank the Lord!