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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD CHURCH PEW, by IDA NORTON MUNSON First Line: Alien and scarred, you faced the auction crowd Last Line: And rest, content. A garden knows god well. | |||
Alien and scarred, you faced the auction crowd. I brought you where my garden roses are, Because I dreamed you sighed for sun and cloud, For soft wind, bird and tree, for friendly star. By text and hymn your solemn past was bound; Would you have back the church that shut you in, And hear again the long prayer's droning sound? The bird will sing for mirth, not pardoned sin, And you will feel the glow of each new day, The touch of mist at dusk, the white moonlight Will find your place; while sometimes, at their play, Gay butterflies may brush your sides in flight. Forget the tangled creeds, the tolling bell, And rest, content. A garden knows God well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE COMPLETE MISANTHROPIST by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |
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