' And I
suppose we git to thinkin' that the light's in our eyes, maybe, or the
light's in the sun, or the light's in the lamp, maybe. But you might put
out my eyes,"--said Grandma Keeler, closing her eyes as she spoke, and
looking very peaceful and happy--"and you might put out the sun, and you
might put out the lamp, and say--'Thar', Almiry's all in the dark room,
she can't see nothin' now'--but the Light of the World 'ud be thar jest
the same, you couldn't put out the light--'The Light of the World is
Jesus.'"
"Oh, I didn't know ye was havin' a meetin'," said Emily Gaskell,
mockingly.
"No more we ain't, Emily," said Grandma Keeler. "We was jest cheerin'
ourselves up a little, singin' about home. Come you, now, and sing with
us":
"We're goin' home,
No more to roam."
With eyes still closed, with head thrown back, and a heavenly serene
expression on her face, Grandma began the refrain, while Madeline struck
the chords on the melodeon, and the singers took up the words with a
hearty cheer:--
"We're goin' home,
No more to roam,
No more to sin and sorrow;
No more to wear
The brow of care,
We're goin' home to-morrow.
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