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          [From the Oocident]
      DE SPERIENCE OB DE REB'REND 
      QUAKO STRONG.
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Swing dat gate wide, 'Postle Peter;
  Ring de big bell, beat de song;
Saints an' martyrs den will meet dair
  Bradder Reb'rend Quako Strong.
Sound de bugie, Anel Gabriel;
  Tell de elders, load and long;
"Clear out den high seats ob Heaben;
  Here comes Reb'rend Quako Strong."

Turn de guard out, Gineral Michael;
  Arms present, the line along;
Lot de band play, "Conquerin' Hero,"
  For de Reb'rend Quako Strong.
Den let Moses bring de crown, an'
  Palms' an' weddin' gown along,
Wild procession to de landin'--
  Here's de Reb'rend Quako Strong.

Tune your harp-strings tight, King David;
  Sing your good Old Hundred song;
Let de Scraphs dance wid cymbals.
  'Round de Reb'rend Quako Strong.
Joseph, march down wid de ______,
  Tribes an' banners musterin' strong;
Speech ob welcome from ole Abr'am;
  Answer, Reb'rend Quako Strong.

Angels, hear me yell _____!
  Hear my duleem spiritool song;
Halleluyer! I'm a comin';
  I'm de Reb'rend Quako Strong.
Make dat white robe radder spacious,
  An' de waist belt 'stronery strong,
'Cause 't will take some room in glory
  For de Reb'rend Quako Strong.

What! no one to de landin'?
  'Speers like suffin' 'nudder's wrong.
Guess i'll give dat sleepy Peter
  Pits--from Reb'rend Quako Strong.
How am dia?  De gates all fastened
  But ob all de shinin' drong
Not a mulasto cherub, even,
  Greets the Reb'rend Quako Strong.

What a narrow little gateway!
  My! dat gate am hard to move!
"Who am dat?" says, 'Postle Peter,
  From de parapet above.
Uncle Peter, don't you know me--
  Me, a shinin' light so long?
Why, de berry niggers call me
  Good ole Reb'rend Quako Strong.

Dunno me, de shoutin' preacher?
  Reg'lar hull-hog Wesleyan' too.
Where in de woods you been loafin'?
  Some old rooster's boddered you,
I reckon.  Why, I've converted
  Hundereds o' darkies in a song!
Dunno me, now yet my masser?
  I'm de Reb'ren Quako Strong.

Hark to dat ar curious roarin',
  Far away, but rollin' nigher;
See dat dredful dragon flyin'?
  Head like night, and mouth on fire;
'Tis de berry king ob rebbels,
  An' he's rushin' right along--
Oh, dear Peter, please to open
  To class leader, Ouako Strong.

Ole Nick's comin'!  I can feel it
  Geddin' warmer all about.
Oh, my god, kind Kurnal Peter,
  Let me in!  I'm all to stout
To go 'long wid Major Satan
  Into dat warm elimate, 'mong
Wire an' brimstone.  Hear me knockin'--
Oh! chures-mamber, Quako Strong.

Dat loud noise am comin' nearer;
  Brefful  smell, like powder smoke;
Nadder screech!  Good Habben, help me!
  Lor' forgib dis pore ole moke!
Allers was so berry holy,
  Singin' and prayin' extra long'
Now dedebbel's gwine to catch me--
  Poor old nigger, Quako Strong.

Hi!  dat gate awing back a little;
  Mighty squeezin' to git froo;
Ole Appolly ___ howlin' louder,
  Ebery thing around me blue.
Bang!  de gate goes, an' _____,
  Bunch of wool upon his prong,
Does 'long home without de soul 
Mis'abut sinner.  Quako Strong.

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