"I know," said the girl, nodding. "And I, we owe everything to him. He is sort of revered down home like a Messiah, or something like that. You don't know those days of complete misery and utter hopelessness, and what his coming meant. He seemed like a great big sun bursting through a cyclone. I think he understands that there is, and always will be, a very big, warm place in Cottonton's heart for him. At least, we-all have told him often enough. He's coming down home with us now--with you."
He turned and looked steadily into her great eyes. His hand went out to meet hers.
"You," whispered the girl again.
General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems
General William Booth Enters into Heaven
Where is David, the Next King of Israel?
Upon Returning to the Country Road
The Wedding of the Rose and the Lotos