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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deacon And His Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saved his soul and saved his pork,<br>With old time preservation;<br>He did not hold with creosote,<br>Or new plans of salvation;<br>He said that 'Works would show the man,'<br>'The smoke-house tell upon the ham!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't, when he sunk a well,<br>Inspect the stuns and gravel;<br>To prove that Moses was a dunce,<br>Unfit for furrin travel;<br>He marvell'd at them works of God--<br>An' broke 'em up to mend the road!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the Circus come around,<br>He hitch'd his sleek old horses;<br>And in his rattling wagon took<br>His dimpl'd household forces--<br>The boys to wonder at the Clown,<br>And think his fate Life's highest crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wondered at the zebras wild,<br>Nor knew 'em painted donkeys;<br>An' when he gave the boys a dime<br>For cakes to feed the monkeys,<br>He never thought, in any shape,<br>He had descended from an ape!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he saw some shallow-pate,<br>With smallest brain possession,<br>He uttered no filosofy<br>On Nature's retrogression.<br>To ancient types, by Darwin's rule,<br>He simply said, 'Wal, darn a fool.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never had an enemy,<br>But once a year to meetin',<br>When he and Deacon Maybee fought<br>On questions of free seatin';<br>Or which should be the one t' rebuke<br>Pastor for kissin' sister Luke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His farm was well enough, but stones<br>Kind of stern, ruthless facts is;<br>An' he jest made out to save a mite,<br>An' pay his righteous taxes,<br>An' mebbe tote some flour an' pork<br>To poor old critters past their work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on the neatest thing he hed<br>Around the place or dwellin',<br>I guess he never paid a red<br>Of taxes. No mush melon<br>Was rounder, sweeter, pinker than<br>The old Man's daughter, Minta Ann.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been at Philadelfy's show<br>An' other similar fusses,<br>An' seen a mighty sight of stone,<br>Minarveys and Venusses;<br>An' Sikeys clad in flowers an' wings,<br>But not much show of factory things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've seen the hull entire crowd<br>Of Jove's female relations,<br>An' I feel to make a solemn swear<br>On them thar 'Lamentations,'<br>That as a sort of general plan<br>I'd rather spark with Minta Ann!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd ought to see her dimpled chin,<br>With one red freckle on it,<br>Her brown eyes glancing underneath<br>Her tilted shaker bonnet.<br>I vow, I often did desire,<br>They'd set the plaguey thing a-fire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd ought to hear that gal sing<br>On Sabbath, up to meetin',<br>You'd kind of feel high lifted up,<br>Your soul for Heaven fleetin'.<br>And then--came supper, down she'd tie<br>You to this earth with pumpkin pie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell you, stranger, 'twas a sight<br>For poetry and speeches,<br>To see her sittin' on the stoop,<br>A-peelin' scarlet peaches,<br>Inter the kettle at her feet,--<br>I tell you, 'twas a show complete!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drip, droppin' thro' the rustlin' vine,<br>The sunbeams came a flittin';<br>An' sort of danced upon the floor,<br>Chas'd by the tabby kitten;<br>Losh! to see the critter's big surprise,<br>When them beams slipped into Minta's eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' down her brow her pretty hair<br>Cum curlin', crinklin', creepin',<br>In leetle, yaller mites of rings,<br>Inter them bright eyes, peepin',<br>Es run the tendrils of the vine,<br>To whar the merry sunbeams shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But losh! her smile was dreadful shy,<br>An' kept her white lids under;<br>Jest as when darkens up the sky<br>An' growls away the thunder;<br>Them skeery speckled trout will hide<br>Beneath them white pond lilies' pride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then her heart, 'twas made clar through<br>Of Californy metal,<br>Chock full of things es sugar sweet<br>Es a presarvin' kettle.<br>The beaux went crazed fur menny a mile<br>When I got thet kettle on the bile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good old deacon's gone to whar<br>Thar ain't no wild contentions<br>On Buildin' Funds' Committees and<br>No taxes nor exemptions.<br>Yet still I sort of feel he preaches,<br>And Minta Ann preserves my peaches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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With old time preservation;
He did not hold with creosote,
Or new plans of salvation;
He said that 'Works would show the man,'
'The smoke-house tell upon the ham!'

He didn't, when he sunk a well,
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