,,no ,,sect          ,,in               
,,heaven4      ,,published ,,by   ,h4   
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#ahfa4     ,,no ,,sect ,,in ,,heaven4   
,talking of sects till late one eve1    
,of the various doctrines the saints    
believe1     ,that night ,i stood in a  
troubled dream1     ,by the side of a   
darkly flowing stream4      ,and a      
,churchman down to the river came3      
,when ,i heard a strange voice call his 
name1     ,good father1 stop2 when you  
cross this tide     ,you must leave your
 robes on the other side4      ,but the 
aged father did not mind1     ,and his  
long gown floated out behind1     ,as   
down to the stream his way he took1     
,his pale hands clasping a gilt-edged   
book4      ,i'm bound for heaven1 and   
when ,i'm there1     ,i shall want my   
book of ,common ,prayer2     ,and though
 ,i put on a starry crown1     ,i should
 feel quite lost without my gown4       
,then he fixed his eye on the shining   
track1     ,but his gown was heavy1 and 

held him back1     ,and the poor old    
father tried in vain     ,a single step 
in the flood to gain4      ,i saw him   
again on the other side1     ,but his   
silk gown floated on the tide2     ,and 
no one asked in that blissful spot1     
,whether he belonged to the ,church or  
not4      ,then down to the river a     
,quaker strayed1     ,his dress of a    
sober hue was made2     ,my coat and hat
 must be all of gray1     ,i cannot go  
any other way4      ,then he buttoned   
his coat straight up to his chin1       
,and staidly1 solemnly1 waded in1       
,and his broad-brimmed hat he pulled    
down tight     ,over his forehead1 so   
cold and white4      ,but a strong wind 
carried away his hat2     ,a moment he  
silently sighed over that1     ,and     
then1 as he gazed to the farther shore1 
,the coat slipped off1 and was seen no  
more4      ,as he entered heaven1 his   
suit of gray     ,went quietly          
sailing--away--away1     ,and none of   
the angels questioned him     ,about the

 width of his beaver's brim4      ,next 
came ,dr4 ,watts1 with a bundle of      
,psalms     ,tied nicely up in his aged 
arms1     ,and hymns as many1 a very    
wise thing1     ,that the people in     
heaven1 all round1 might sing4      ,but
 ,i thought that he heaved an anxious   
sigh1     ,as he saw that the river ran 
broad and high1     ,and looked rather  
surprised as1 one by one1     ,the      
,psalms and ,hymns in the wave went     
down4      ,and after him1 with his     
,,mss41     ,came ,wesley1 the pattern  
of godliness1     ,but he cried1 ,dear  
me1 what shall ,i do8     ,the water has
 soaked them through and through4       
,and there on the river1 far and wide1  
,away they went down the swollen tide1  
,and the saint astonished1 passed       
through alone1     ,without his         
manuscripts1 up to the throne4          
,then1 gravely walking1 two saints by   
name1     ,down to the stream together  
came1     ,but as they stopped at the   
river's brink1     ,i saw one saint from

 the other shrink4      ,sprinkled or   
plunged1 may ,i ask you1 friend1        
,how you attained to life's great end8  
,thus1 with a few drops on my brow4     
,but ,i have been dipped1 as you'll see 
me now4      ,and ,i really think it    
will hardly do1     ,as ,i'm 'close     
communion1' to cross with you2          
,you're bound1 ,i know1 to the realms of
 bliss1     ,but you must go that way1  
and ,i'll go this4      ,then           
straightway plunging with all his might1
     ,away to the left--his friend at   
the right1     ,apart they went from    
this world of sin1     ,but at last     
together they entered in4      ,and now1
 when the river was rolling on1     ,a  
,presbyterian church went down2     ,of 
women there seemed an innumerable       
throng1     ,but the men ,i could count 
as they passed along4      ,and         
concerning the road they could never    
agree1     ,the old or the new way1     
which it could be1     ,nor ever a      
moment paused to think     ,that both   

would lead to the river's brink4        
,and a sound of murmuring long and loud 
,came ever up from the moving crowd1    
,you're in the old way1 and ,i'm in the 
new1     ,that is the false1 and this is
 the true1--     ,or1 ,i'm in the old   
way1 and you're in the new1     ,that is
 the false1 and this is the true4       
,but the brethren only seemed to speak1 
,modest the sisters walked1 and meek1   
,and if ever one of then chanced to say 
,what troubles she met with on the way1 
,how she longed to pass to the other    
side1     ,nor feared to cross over the 
swelling tide1     ,a voice arose from  
the brethren then3     ,let no one speak
 but the 'holy men2'     ,for have ye   
not heard the words of ,paul1     ',oh1 
let the women keep silence all8'      ,i
 watched them long in my curious dream1 
,till they stood by the borders of the  
stream2     ,then1 just as ,i thought1  
the two ways met1     ,but all the      
brethren were talking yet1     ,and     
would talk on1 till the heaving tide    

,carried them over1 side by side2       
,side by side1 for the way was one1     
,the toilsome journey of life was done1 
,and priest and ,quaker1 and all who    
died1     ,came out alike on the other  
side4     ,no forms1 or crosses1 or     
books had they1     ,no gowns of silk1  
or suits of gray1     ,no creeds to     
guide them1 or ,,mss41     ,for all had 
put on ,christ's righteousness4