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poems.
OUR CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY.
In a sly little nook, just over the way,
A schoolhouse cosily stands,
With trees so green, so leafy and tall,
And planted by our hands;
'Tis here we hold our meetings dear,
In this quiet little place;
'Tis here we meet, and always greet
Our pastor's happy face.
A schoolhouse cosily stands,
With trees so green, so leafy and tall,
And planted by our hands;
'Tis here we hold our meetings dear,
In this quiet little place;
'Tis here we meet, and always greet
Our pastor's happy face.
Our little church was always full:
To all the seats were free;
But where they now do keep themselves
Is quite unknown to me.
There's brother B., so kind and good,
Has left our place so small,
And goes "up street" to hear the Word,
Within our "beck and call."
To all the seats were free;
But where they now do keep themselves
Is quite unknown to me.
There's brother B., so kind and good,
Has left our place so small,
And goes "up street" to hear the Word,
Within our "beck and call."
