Classic poem of the day
Xxxix Church to be erected
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod,
Moistened from age to age by dewy eve,
Shall disappear, and grateful earth receive
The corner-stone from hands that build to God.
Yon reverend hawthorns, hardened to the rod
Of winter storms, yet budding cheerfully;
Those forest oaks of Druid memory,
Shall long survive, to shelter the Abode
Of genuine Faith. Where, haply, 'mid this band
Of daisies, shepherds sate......
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The sky is clear in noondays light
The warmth of sun, the cooling breeze
Hand in hand our steps are light
We’ve carefully planned this in our dreams
To spend the day wasting away
Upon a hill to see the world
On the grass up there we’ll lay
And let our hopes and dreams unfurl
Round the pond and toward the hill
We feel the beauty of our land
The buzz of bees and smell of dill
This world we’ve made here with our...
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