I thought the deacon liked me, yit br I warn't adzackly shore of it-- br Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, br When jiners 'ud be comin' in, br I'd seed him shakin' hands as free br With all the sistern as with me! br But jurin' last Revival, where br He called on me to lead in prayer, br An' kneeled there with me, side by side, br A-whisper'n' 'he felt sanctified br Jes' tetchin of my gyarment's hem,'-- br That settled things as fur as them- br Thare other wimmin was concerned!-- br And--well!--I know I must a-turned br A dozen colors!--Flurried?--la!-- br No mortal sinner never saw br A gladder widder than the one br A-kneelin' there and wonderun' br Who'd pray'--So glad, upon my word, br I railly could n't thank the Lord!br br James Whitcomb Rileybr br