Old Fashioned Hymns and Mountain Ballads (Classic Reprint), Sizemore Asher

It is here I met Asher Sizemore in the heart of Pike County with its 789 square miles of mountain picturesqueness, with Society in the process of transition so rapid in places as to leave one breathless at times. It was on a Good Friday night, at the altar of a beautiful Community Church, the sacred shrine of the worshippers of twelve different Denominations, that I laid my arm about the shoulders of this fine young man, who was bowing in humble submission to the Will of God, and pronounced the blessings of the Church upon him. At the time he was engaged in the Accounting Department of a large Coal Company and I was its Religious Educational Director. I am sure you need no words now, to explain just why I am writing these few lines.

Sometime, somewhere, in the poetic nature of this mountain youth was born the seed of song. It must have often come to the verge of its unfolding. He must have often felt the fire of the coming flower. One day, we know not when, but it was a blessed day, a mighty inspiration smote the soul of this youth of the Kentucky Mountains, and out of the silence the seed burst into blossom, on which day he gave the world his lyrical trust. A lyric which has sung and played itself, by the aid of the voice of sweet little jimmie into the hearts of countless thousands and will continue until its musrc melts away and blends with the harmonies of another world.

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