“How did you rest, last night?”—
I’ve heard my gran’pap say
Them words a thousand times—that’s right—
Jes them words thataway!
As punctchul-like as morning dast
To ever heave in sight
Gran’pap ’ud allus haf to ast—
“How did you rest, last night?”
Us young-uns used to grin,
At breakfast, on the sly,
And mock the wobble of his chin
And eyebrows helt so high
And kind: “How did you rest, last night?”
We’d mumble and let on
Our voices trimbled, and our sight
Wuz dim, and hearin’ gone.
...
Bad as I ust to be,
All I’m a-wantin’ is
As puore and ca’m a sleep fer me
And sweet a sleep as his!
And so I pray, on Jedgment Day
To wake, and with its light
See his face dawn, and hear him say—
“How did you rest, last night?”