And fairly block the street.
In rustling of silks and suppressed remarks
The sinners enter the church;
The hired pews are slowly filled,
Leaving me out in the lurch.
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The pride of Pingard and Parisian silks
Are gathered to praise the Lord,
While the Dunlap hats and lavender kids
At the very beginning look bored.
The minister murmurs the well-known words,
Responses are soft and low,
The dresses resplendent, the men demure,
On the whole a respectable show.
The angels, no doubt, looked with joy and pride
At the wealth and display they saw,
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