Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, POINTING SPIRES, by ETHEL BELLE WASSINK


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POINTING SPIRES, by                    
First Line: As I travel round the country
Last Line: Beneath a single spire.
Subject(s): Towns; Worship


As I travel round the country
And my gaze breaks o'er a hill,
In a vale I spy a little town
Beside a rippling rill.
There's a calm and quiet peacefulness
That defies descriptive word,
In the two or three church spires
That are pointing heavenward.

Should you drive into that village
And linger there a while,
You'd hear many a friendly greeting
And see many a pleasant smile
But, alas, there always are a few
Who can't see eye to eye;
And you might hear discordant notes,
'Neath the spires, pointing high.

If those beneath their shadows
Could view them from afar,
They'd cease their petty bickerings
And all the notes that jar.
They'd still their idle gossipings
And let their thoughts rise higher
To the place where all shall worship
Beneath a single spire.





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