Two of my favorites were "No Sects In Heaven" and "I Had But Fifty Cents" to this day, I still like to go back and re-read those and several other poems from that book.
So here is an old classic, and one of my favorite poems.
By Elizabeth H. Joceland Cleaveland
Talking of sects quite late one eve,
What one and another of saints believe,
That night I stood in a troubled dream
By the side of a darkly flowing stream.
And a "churchman" down to the river came,
When I heard a strange voice call his name,
"Good Father, stop; when you cross this tide
You must leave your robes on the other side."
But the aged father did not mind,
And his long gown floated out behind
As down to the stream his way he took,
His hands firm hold of a gilt-edged book.
"I'm bound for heaven, and when I'm there
I shall want my book of common prayer;
And though I put on a starry crown,
I should feel quite lost without my gown"
Then he fixed his eye on the shiny track,
But his gown was heavy and held him back,
And the poor old father tried in vain,
A single step in the flood to gain.
I saw him again on the other side,
But his silk gown floated on the tide,
And no one asked in that blissful spot
If he belonged to "the church" or not.
Then down to the river a Quaker strayed;
His dress of a sober hue was made;
"My hat and coat must be all of gray,
I cannot go any other way."
Then he buttoned his coat straight up to his chin,
And staidly, solemnly, waded in,
And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down tight
Over his forehead, so cold and white.
But a strong wind carried away his hat,
And he sighed a few moments over that;
And then, as he gazed to the farther shore,
The coat slipped off and was seen no more.
Poor, dying Quaker, thy suit of gray
Is quietly sailing..away..away;
But thou'lt go to heaven, as straight as an arrow,
Whether thy brim be broad or narrow.
Next came Dr. Watts with a bundle of psalms
Tied nicely up in his aged arms,
And hymns as many, a very wise thing,
That the people in heaven, "all round," might sing
But I thought that he heaved an anxious sigh
As he saw that the river ran broad and high,
And looked rather surprised, as one by one;
The psalms and hymns in the wave went down.
And after him with his MSS,
Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness.
But he cried, "Dear me, what shall I do?
The water has soaked them through and through."
And there, on the river, far and wide,
Away they went on the swollen tide;
And the saint, astonished, passed through alone,
Without his manuscripts, up to the throne.
Then gravely walking, two saints by name,
Down to the stream together came;
But, as they stopped at the river's brink,
I saw one saint from the other shrink.
"Sprinkled or plunged.may I ask you friend,
How you attained to life's great end?"
"Thus, with a few drops on my brow";
"But I have been dipped, as you'll see me now.
"And I really think it will hardly do,
As I'm 'close communion,' to walk with you:
You're bound, I know to the realms of bliss,
But you must go that way, and I'll go this."
And straightaway plunging with all his might,
Away to the left, his friend to the right,
Apart they went from this world of sin;
But how did the brethren "enter in"?
And now where the river was rolling on,
A Presbyterian Church went down;
Of women, there seemed an innumerable throng,
But the men I could count as they as they passed along.
And concerning the road they could never agree,
The old or the new way, which it could be,
Nor ever a moment pause to think
That both would lead to the river's brink.
And a sound of murmuring long and loud
Came ever up from the moving crowd..
"You're in the old way and I'm in the new,
That is false and this is true";
Or, "I'm in the old way, and you're in the new,
That is the false, and this is the true."
But the brethren only seemed to speak;
Modest the sisters walked, and meek;
And if ever one of them chanced to say
What troubles she met with on the way,
How she longed to pass to the other side,
Nor feared to cross over the swelling tide,
A voice arose from the brethren then,.
"Let no one speak but the 'holy men,'
For have ye not heard the words of Paul?
'Oh let the women keep silence all.'"
I watched them long in my curious dream,
Till they stood by the border of the stream;
Then, just as I thought, the two ways met,
But all the brethren were talking yet,
And would talk on, till the heaving tide
Carried them over side by side;
Side by side, for the way was one,
The toilsome journey of life was done,
And priest and Quaker, and all who died
Came out alike on the other side;
No forms or crosses or books had they,
No gowns of silk or suits of gray,
No creeds to guide them, or MSS.,
For all had put on "Christ's righteousness."