The parson came, all out of breath,
Exclaiming o ’er and o ’er again,
“A vision! Wondrous! Blest of men!”
And asked, “Oh, tell us, Mr. Way,
How long were you allowed to stay?”
And then the crowd hung breathless round
A-harkin’ until Ephrum found
Some sort of language in his reach,
—For he was sort of dull in speech.
“Wal, friends,” he slowly said at last,