Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842
Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842
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“Mr. Fare Play,” Poem, to JS, [, Hancock Co., IL], ca. late 1842; unidentified handwriting; twenty pages; JS Collection, CHL.
He can his saints in darkest hours advise
O then let us be just and ever wise
That we may gain the happy happy land
When all by breeses soft are daily fand
When tatling lies by man are never told
When scolding wives do not their mark <unfold>
16 O may we all in love the Lord adore
That we may gain that ever blessed shore
Wher scolding men and cross do never fight
Who do in boocknef take much delight
Hence scolding men and wives must ceas to <scold>
Who do so oft men their wath [wrath?] unfold
The scolding tongue we also ought to be
At least let us of such be very shy
17 But let us still our subject low pursue
Until of all its parts we get a view
It is a crooked theme O muse inspire
The prophets dont this tatling trade admire
Who can admire so mean a trade and low
Which cause men their anger much to show
Which causes saints their brothers to despise
O saints awake be upright good and wise
18 The honest saint does not delight in strife
Nor does he love to see an angry wife
But to the point we will again return
And see if we can further secrets learn
For what did saints come out to fair
Did they come out the tatler’s work to do [p. [7]]
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