The Congregation Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

The Congregation

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The ghost of night's long hours depart
In congregation dreary,
And leave my sorrow-trampled heart
Intolerably weary.

But Chirpings bright in dewy woods
Foretell divine tomorrows,
And little birds are very good
To dissipate great sorrows.

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Gamaliel Bradford

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