  “How did you rest, last night?”— I’ve heard my gran’pap say Them words a thousand times—that’s right— Jes them words thataway! As punctchul-like as morning dast To ever heave in sight Gran’pap ’ud allus haf to ast— “How did you rest, last night?” Us young-uns used to grin, At breakfast, on the sly, And mock the wobble of his chin And eyebrows helt so high And kind: “How did you rest, last night?” We’d mumble and let on Our voices trimbled, and our sight Wuz dim, and hearin’ gone. ... Bad as I ust to be, All I’m a-wantin’ is As puore and ca’m a sleep fer me And sweet a sleep as his! And so I pray, on Jedgment Day To wake, and with its light See his face dawn, and hear him say— |
|
