THE OLD ORDER PASSETH.
BY GRACE McGOWAN COOKE.
I can’t read, yit I knows de Book,
As you won’t never know it.
“You reads a chapter every day?”
Well, honey, you don’t show it.
Now, gal, you lay it by, an’ sing
De hymn I loves de best,
‘Bout de wicked cease dey troublin’,
An’ de weary be at rest.
De wicked—dat’s dese new style folks,
Pleased wid de things dey see,
Wid ruffled caps an’ uppish ways,—
And de weary—dat is me!