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Collected by Mary Celestia Parler
Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy
Sung by Robert E. Lee Flowers
Quitman, Arkansas
September 5, 1953
Reel 153, Item 4
Pass Under the Rod
I saw a young bride
In her beauty and pride
Bedecked in her snowy array
And the bright flush of joy
Mantled high on her cheek
And the future looked blooming and gay
And with woman's devotion
She laid her fond heart
At the shrine of idolatrous love
And she anchored her hope
To this perishing earth
By the chain that its tenderness wove
But I saw when those heartstrings
Were bleeding and torn
And the chain had been severed in two
She had changed her white robes
For the sables of grief
And her bloom for the paleness of woe
But the healer was there
Pouring balm on her heart
And wiping the tears from her eyes
And he strengthened the chain
He had broken in twain
And fastened it firm to the skies
There had whispered a voice
Twas the voice of her God
I love thee, I love thee
Pass under the rod
I saw a young mother
In tenderness bend
O’er the couch of her slumbering boy
And she kissed his soft lips
As they murmured her name
While the dreamer lay smiling in joyOh sweet as the rosebud
Encircled with dew
When its fragrance is borne on the air
So fresh and so bright
To that mother he seemed
As he lay in his innocence there
But saw as she gazed
On that same lovely form
Pale as marble, and silent, and cold
But paler and colder
Her beautiful boy
And the tale of her sorrow was told
But the healer was there
Who had stricken her heart
And taken her treasure away
To allure her to heaven
He placed it on high
And the mourner will sweetly obey
There had whispered a voice
Twas the voice of her God
I love thee, I love thee
Pass under the rod
I saw a father
And mother leaned
On the arms of a dear gifted son
And the star in the future
Grew bright to their gaze
When they saw the proud place he had won
And the fast coming evening
Of life promised fair
And its pathway grew smooth to their feet
And the starlight of love
Glimmered bright at the end
And the-
[Break in tape]
-bending low o'er the grave
Where their hearts' dearest hope had been laid
And the star had gone down
Mid the darkness of nightAnd the voice - - - led
But the healer was there
And his were around
And he led them tenderest care
And he showed them a star
In the bright upper world
Twas their star shining brilliantly there
They had each heard a voice
Twas the voice of her God
I love thee, I love thee
Pass under the rod
Object Description
| Title | Pass under the rod |
| First Line | I saw a young bride |
| Performer | Flowers, Robert E. Lee |
| Performance Location (Town) | Quitman (Ark.) |
| Performance Location (County) | Cleburne County (Ark.) |
| Performance Location (State) | Arkansas |
| Performance Date | 1953-09-05 |
| Collector | Parler, Mary Celestia |
| Transcriber | Lucy, Nathaniel |
| Genre | a capella singing |
| Instrumentation | voice |
| Subject (Library of Congress) |
Religion Bible Emotions |
| Subject (Ethnographic Thesaurus) |
religion scripture emotions |
| Keywords | Religion; Grief |
| Language | English |
| Randolph Collection | 650 |
| Analog Location | 153:3 |
| Type | Sound; Text |
| Digital Format | application/pdf; audio/mp3 |
| Digital Publisher | University of Arkansas Libraries, Fayetteville |
| Digital Collection | Ozark Folksong Collection |
| Rights and Reproductions | Standard Federal Copyright Laws Apply (U.S. Title 17). It is the responsibility of the user to determine the rights status and secure permissions for the use of this item. |
| Funded By | Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation. |
| Identifier | FolkProjectr153t4use |
Description
| Title | Pass under the rod (Transcription) |
| First Line | I saw a young bride |
| Transcriber | Lucy, Nathaniel |
| Transcript | Collected by Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy Sung by Robert E. Lee Flowers Quitman, Arkansas September 5, 1953 Reel 153, Item 4 Pass Under the Rod I saw a young bride In her beauty and pride Bedecked in her snowy array And the bright flush of joy Mantled high on her cheek And the future looked blooming and gay And with woman's devotion She laid her fond heart At the shrine of idolatrous love And she anchored her hope To this perishing earth By the chain that its tenderness wove But I saw when those heartstrings Were bleeding and torn And the chain had been severed in two She had changed her white robes For the sables of grief And her bloom for the paleness of woe But the healer was there Pouring balm on her heart And wiping the tears from her eyes And he strengthened the chain He had broken in twain And fastened it firm to the skies There had whispered a voice Twas the voice of her God I love thee, I love thee Pass under the rod I saw a young mother In tenderness bend O’er the couch of her slumbering boy And she kissed his soft lips As they murmured her name While the dreamer lay smiling in joyOh sweet as the rosebud Encircled with dew When its fragrance is borne on the air So fresh and so bright To that mother he seemed As he lay in his innocence there But saw as she gazed On that same lovely form Pale as marble, and silent, and cold But paler and colder Her beautiful boy And the tale of her sorrow was told But the healer was there Who had stricken her heart And taken her treasure away To allure her to heaven He placed it on high And the mourner will sweetly obey There had whispered a voice Twas the voice of her God I love thee, I love thee Pass under the rod I saw a father And mother leaned On the arms of a dear gifted son And the star in the future Grew bright to their gaze When they saw the proud place he had won And the fast coming evening Of life promised fair And its pathway grew smooth to their feet And the starlight of love Glimmered bright at the end And the- [Break in tape] -bending low o'er the grave Where their hearts' dearest hope had been laid And the star had gone down Mid the darkness of nightAnd the voice - - - led But the healer was there And his were around And he led them tenderest care And he showed them a star In the bright upper world Twas their star shining brilliantly there They had each heard a voice Twas the voice of her God I love thee, I love thee Pass under the rod |
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