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SUNDAY TALK IN TH E HORSE SHEDS.
[Old fJray cram en b on the to >iii iNfite,]
■y ^ rM SN ’T so modi that the S Lin day harness never seems to fit,
X That the collar is tighten1 the check-rein draws on this queer
new-fangled bit,
Nor yet that the pasture looks greener, somehow, this sort of a half
rest day,
That galls me most, Old Roan, but the things I hear the people say.
My shoulders aclle, ;ul' my knees are stiff, an’ it makes me want to
fight
When I hear 'em sing, " O Day of Res" [ O Day of Joy an’ Light !"
For we startled late, an' to get here soon we had to trot our best;
“ Wetcome ff—now hear ’em— “ delightful morn, sweet day of sacred
rest T
Now parson’s reddin’ the Scripture, " Remember the S;;bbnlh day—■
In it thou shalt not do any work "—Ji Amen/' the people sav;
“ ThotJ, nor thy son. nor thy daughter, thy cattle, thy ox, nor thy
ass —-
Don’t seem to exempt the horses, eh ? So we’ll let the lesson pass.
Can’t you step over a little ? The sun comes in Ibis side—-
Ail’ it don’t say a word about Uic wife; I reckon that's why they
decide
That Sundav’s a day of rest on the farm from the labors of everv-dav
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life
For everything' that the Lord hath made—-except the horses an’ wife.
Now, that's our hymn; come, wake up. Roan, that means us, I'll be
bound—
“ Awake, my soul”—sing londer’n that; some folks sdeep mighty
sound—
u Awake, my soul, an’ with the sun ,J— that's meant for me ail’ you—
Thy daily course of duty run ”—'well, that’s just what we do.