’Twas kept safely hidden with careful intent
In camphor to keep out the moths.
’Twas famed far and wide through the whole country side,
From Beersheba e’en unto Dan;
And often at meeting with envy ’twas eyed,
My grandmother’s turkey-tail fan.
Camp-meetings, indeed, were its chiefest delight.
Like a crook unto sheep gone astray
It beckoned backsliders to re-seek the right,
And exhorted the sinners to pray.