James Whitcomb Riley
His Mother's Way
Tomps 'ud allus haf to say
Somepin' 'bout 'his mother's way.'--
_He_ lived hard-like--never jined
Any church of any kind.--
'It was Mother's way,' says he,
'To be good enough fer _me_
And her too,--and certinly
Lord has heerd _her_ pray!'
Propped up on his dyin' bed,--
'Shore as Heaven's overhead,
I'm a-goin' there,' he said---
'It was Mother's way.'
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