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Some scaring the sinner with pictures infernal ; 

 Some charming the soul with pleasures eternal, 

 Some moulded in Hades — some moulded above, — 

 A dozen for Free Will and some for Free Love, 

 And so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so on, 

 For hour after hour I think I could go on, 

 But really, although there were plenty of time, 

 It is'nt the theme for post-prandial rhyme. 



And now, as agreed in the very beginning, 



I purpose to close this ginger-bread-spinning 



With a moment of brief, miscellaneous drumming 



On the probable joys of the "Good Time that's Coming." 



Ah, some of you think it's exceeding uncertain 

 That anything's back of the unlifted curtain, 

 But lowering clouds of sinning and sorrow 

 Forever to break on the light of the morrow. 



But the "good time is coming." Look before 

 Where Time is hid with its iron door, 

 And ask the angels guarding the thatch 

 If but you may lift the crystal latch, 

 And they'll show you into a fairy cell 

 Where seraphs whisper " All is well." 



There's " a good time coming." Then schisms and churches 



Will give to the winds theological birches, 



And infidels, dropping their impious sabres, 



Be true to their God, themselves and their neighbors. 



Then all this terrible fuss and ado, 



This scolding and cheating and hullabaloo, 



This wrangle and tangle for social position, 



Will have ended forever its pitiless mission, 



And after the worst have gone home to the devil, 



The rest will be brought to a general level, 



Then men will fear to be terribly flighty, 



Attempting to rob the powers of Almighty, 



By putting a crank to this curious planet, 



And getting a dozen of Yankees to man it, 



As if they really supposed they could move her 



Without any word or help from Jehovah ! 



There's a " Good Time Coming," glorious thought, 

 When the rascals of earth will be thoroughly caught 

 And handsomely caged in a mighty museum, 

 Where all of their dupes and victims can see 'em. 

 Then wo to the heartless and merciless knave, 

 And wo to the master that presses his slave. 



