Good Novel
- The start
In the first drear light of the chilly dawn,
With no friends gathered in grieving throng, -
With no farewells and favoring prayers;
But, as they creaked and jolted on,
Their chiming voices broke in song -
"'Hail, all hail! don't you see the stars a-fallin'?
Hail, all hail! I'm on my way.
Gideon[1] am
A healin' ba'm -
I belong to the blood-washed army.
Gideon am
A healin' ba'm -
On my way!'"
And their return! - with their oldest boy
Along with them! Why, their happiness
Spread abroad till it grew a joy
Universal - It even reached
And thrilled the town till the Church was stirred
Into suspecting that wrong was wrong! -
And it stayed awake as the preacher preached
A Real "Love"-text