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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hundreds And Thousands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a scant 2000 folk, no more,<br>Sitting solemn-faced within the pews,<br>While the parsons preach and outward pour,<br>In divers tones, their own peculiar views.<br>Folk of sobriety,<br>'Proddies' and 'Pats,'<br>Breathing their piety<br>Into their hats;<br>Glowing with holiness,<br>Stern and austere;<br>Kneeling in lowliness,<br>Meek and sincere.<br>Only 2000.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gaily 50,000 folk or so<br>Travel to and fro in tram and train;<br>Godless Jeremiah, Jim and Joe,<br>Giddy Gerty, Gwendoline and Jane.<br>Bent on frivolity,<br> Eager for fun,<br>Sinful in jollity<br>Off for a run.<br>Taking a peach along<br>Out for the day,<br>Walking the beach along,<br>Godless but gay.<br>Full 50,000.<br>What's three hundred pounds a year to him<br>Of Scotchbyterian mould and visage stern,<br>Who'll go each dinner-time, with purpose grim,<br>And teach those folk what they refuse to learn?<br> Is it o'er muckle to<br>Gi'e to a mon,<br>One that will buckle to<br>Preaching upon<br>Creeds ev'ry dinner-time,<br>Praying with zest,<br> Giving each sinner time<br>Texts to digest?<br> Merely 300?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>About 10,000 working men, or less,<br>With dinner pail and pasty at their lunch,<br>All list'ning to a clergyman's address,<br>And solemnly reflecting as they munch.<br>With due propriety<br>Blinking their eyes,<br>Swallowing piety<br>With their hot pies;<br>Glad that they will have their<br>Church with their bun.<br>And they can still have their<br>Sunday for fun.<br>Nearly 10,000.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Tis now 2000 years ago, or near,<br>Since parsons 'gan to roam this troubled earth;<br>The sects increase and multiply each year<br> Which moves the pagan to loud, godless mirth).<br>Yet do they battle on<br>Fighting the Deevil,<br>Still do they rattle on<br>Girding at evil;<br>Preaching humility,<br>Pleading with tears <br>Is it futility?<br>Wait a few years.<br> 'Tis but 2000.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Sitting solemn-faced within the pews,
While the parsons preach and outward pour,
In divers tones, their own peculiar views.
Folk of sobriety,
'Proddies' and 'Pats,'
Breathing their piety
Into their hats;
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