BACK and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, With my Bible under my arm Till I was gray and old; Unwedded, alone in the world, Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation, And children in the church. I know they laughed and thought me queer. I knew of the eagle souls that flew high in the sun-light, Above the spire of the church, and laughed at the church, Disdaining me, not seeing me. But if the high air was sweet to them, sweet was the church to me. It was the vision, vision, vision of the poets Democratized! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |