The Village Church Poem by John A. Hancock
The Village Church
Dresses ivy green the church
Such art to me delights
Betwixt colored panes of glass
Inventing dazzling beams of spectral light
Above the belfry chimes a hymn
Singing sweetly to the dawn
Whilst the faithful make they're way
To pray and lift their voice in song
Tall the steeple finds the sky
Atop a cross the peak defines
And leaves its shadow to mark the place
Bloomimg flowers accent the creeping vine
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