Behind them sat the little boys and girls I had baptised and gathered
into the Sabbath school. Ofttimes had they been rude and boisterous;
but now their merry laugh was hushed and in the silence I could hear
fare-ye-well Brother Watkins-ah.
Away in the back seats and along the aisles stood and sat the
coloured bretherin with their black faces and honest hearts, and as
they looked up I thought I could see in their eyes fare-ye-well
Brother Watkins-ah.
When I had finished my discourse, and shaken hands with the
bretherin-ah, I went out to take a last look at the church-ah, and
the broken steps-ah, the flopping blinds-ah, and the moss-covered
roof-ah, suggested fare-ye-well Brother Watkins-ah.
I mounted my old grey mare with all my earthly possessions in my
saddle-bags, and as I passed down the street the servant girls stood
in the doors-ah and waved their brooms with a fare-ye-well Brother
Watkins-ah.
As I passed out of the village, I thought I could hear the wind-ah
moaning through the waving branches of the trees, fare-ye-well
Brother Watkins-ah.
I came on to the creek, and as the old mare stopped to drink I
thought I could hear the water rippling over the pebbles,
fare-ye-well Brother Watkins-ah.
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