Laddie; a true blue story by Gene Stratton-Porter
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"Jesus now says, `Come up higher----'" Then my little mother: "Washed in the blood of the Lamb----" Like thunder all of them rolled into the chorus: "Sweepin, through the gates to the New Jerusalem----" You wouldn't have been left out of that company for anything in all this world, and nothing else ever could make you want to go so badly as to hear every one sing, straight from the heart, a grand old song like that. It is no right way to have to sit and keep still, and pay other people money to sing about Heaven to you. No matter if you can't sing by note, if your heart and soul are full, until they are running over, so that you are forced to sing as those people did, whether you can or not, you are sure to be straight on the way to the Gates. Before three lines were finished my father was keeping time like a choirmaster, his face all beaming with shining light; mother was rocking on her toes like a wood robin on a twig at twilight, |
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