I’m here to say!
You make me cry—you make me pray,
And all them good things thataway—
That is, at night. Where do you stay
Durin’ the day?”
And then my Conscience says, onc’t more,
“You know me—shore?”
“Oh, yes,” says I, a-trimblin’ faint,
“You’re jes’ a saint!
Your ways is all so holy-right,