V.
To the world! O, the world! Ah, the fruits of its soil
From the gardens of love drive the terrors of toil,
And the sins that embitter us leave us and then
We shall stand in His presence perfected of men!
The Glory Train.
Yondah stan's de gospel station
Whar de railroad runs away
Foh de house ob many mansions
Ober at de judgment day!
Bettah git a move on, sinnah!
Doan't yuh let yoh folks detain!
Hurry up an' git yuh ticket
Foh de glory train!
It's on time an' sho'lly comin'
Wid on measu'hed powah,
Wid the ingine flames a-spoutin'
Moah dan fohty miles an houah!
Doan't yuh stan' dar jes' a-foolin'!
Wid de [judgment] on yoh brain!
Hurry up an git yoh ticket
Foh de glory train!
Preachah say yuh have ter hurry,
'Case de kyars go whizzin' by,—
Ef yuh want ter check yoh baggage
Foh de mansions high;
Bid farewell ter ebery pleasuah,
An' de bad wo'ld's burnin' pain;
Hurry up an' git yoh ticket
Foh de glory train!
There are many dainties that hold attractions for the epicure, but in the strenuous times of campaign struggles they all give way to "pie."