. At early candle light and other poems. tears often flowed; for the whole village weptWhen the bonnie wee babe in its white coffin slept,While the good pastor told how Death, in his searchFor the good Shepherds lambs, came to old Zion Church. THE OLD ZION CHURCH loi O the old Zion Church—I can see it in spring,When the orchards enfold it in sweet blossoming;And thro the long summer it basks in the heatWhere swift swallows swim the waves of the wheat ;To the tone of its bell, on the still Autumn morn,The quail whistles alto far off in the corn;And in Winter the snow wraps the cedar and birchKe

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. At early candle light and other poems. tears often flowed; for the whole village weptWhen the bonnie wee babe in its white coffin slept,While the good pastor told how Death, in his searchFor the good Shepherds lambs, came to old Zion Church. THE OLD ZION CHURCH loi O the old Zion Church—I can see it in spring,When the orchards enfold it in sweet blossoming;And thro the long summer it basks in the heatWhere swift swallows swim the waves of the wheat ;To the tone of its bell, on the still Autumn morn,The quail whistles alto far off in the corn;And in Winter the snow wraps the cedar and birchKeeping watch oer the graves by the old Zion Church. 0 the old Zion Church,—where the oak ever wavesIts mantle of gloom oer my ancestors graves,Where my father and mother were long ago laid,And whippoorwill mourns in the murmurous my time comes to say a farewell to the earth, 1 would like to return to the scenes of my birth,Shake off the old life, leave the world in the lurch,For heaven is not far from the old Zion

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