Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Village ChurchLouise Driscoll
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With six white pillars in a row,
And for a hundred years or more
God’s people have gone through the door.
A goodly company are they
Who come no more on Sabbath Day.
Sometimes I think the Sabbath air
Is filled with little ghosts of prayer,
And in the rafters linger yet
Words that the church cannot forget.
Full of old songs the belfry is,
And every pew has memories.