TO all the country-side a landmark fair Outstands the church upon the village green. Its "heaven-pointing finger" far is seen, To beckon man away from worldly care. Life's dearest hopes and fears assemble there: Repentance, led by Faith to Peace serene, If sacrilegious Self step not between; And Love, thrice hallowed in the house of prayer. But doth the visible church content thy choice? And serves its altar as salvation's mart? Or dwelleth safety with its countless host? The Spirit's message comes in still small voice, Which saith: God's kingdom is within the heart. Ye are the temple of the Holy Ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |