I LOVE THE VILLAGE CHURCH.
I
I love the village church,
With its ivy mantled towers;
And rustic forms around the porch,
At the Sabbath's holy hour;
The music of the bell,
O'er the pleasant valley stealing;
And the simple pray'r that breathes so well
The pure heart's fervent feeling.
II
I love the village green,
Where, after hours of labour,
At eve, the young and old are seen
With merry pipe and tabor.
The banquet is not spread
As it is in courtly places;
But Nature o'er the spot has shed
Her own peculiar graces.