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Tomorrow comes, and at his gathering

our Preacher tells the Silt the plan to give

his sermon one day earlier next week,

and once declar'd, the page forever's ink'd.


The week proceeds and now the day hath come

for him to host his mass again in church.

Our Preacher gazes o'er his chapel's pews

and marvels at the grandeur of his house,

so little maybe still, but growing large

in width at least and with a colour'd pane                10

above the entry doors depicting Sky

and Sea and Earth—th'horizon's meeting edge

at which the three converge when gazing out

across the ocean from a spot ashore,

and in the Sky are sun and also moon

to signify the struggles of the soul.

He looks about and notes how rather squat

the chapel is and thinks that next he'll buy

the buildings in behind his house t'expand

his chapel farther back. Perhaps as well                20

when this is done he'll add a second tier

of pews above the first. But he'll need stairs

for that to be accomplish'd, which require

additional of space as well, he would

suppose, but O, he'll worry in a year,

as first he'd like t'expand the length. Then height.


It's during all these thoughts the entrance swings,

for though it's early yet, they are unlock'd,

for th'house of worship's open on this day

for service coming in half hour's time.                30

Our Preacher shifts his roaming gaze toward

the patron entering his chapel's doors

and finds his friend the Chaplain coming in.

He spreads his arms upon his friend's approach

toward the dais down the aisle's strip

of regal carpeting and greets him with:

"A pleasantest surprise to see thee here,

my friend. To what should I attribute thy

most welcome coming to my chapel house?

As never hast thou ere decided come                40

to hear a sermon I deliver out,

for wholesome reasons, I am so aware.

Perhaps thou hast determin'd that my faith

and following have grown to large enough

that thy beguiling presence won't distract

my followers so much that thou art forc'd

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