Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, <br />With my Bible under my arm <br />Till I was gray and old; <br />Unwedded, alone in the world, <br />Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation, <br />And children in the church. <br />I know they laughed and thought me queer. <br />I knew of the eagle souls that flew high in the sunlight, <br />Above the spire of the church, and laughed at the church, <br />Disdaining me, not seeing me. <br />But if the high air was sweet to them, sweet was the church to me. <br />It was the vision, vision, vision of the poets <br />Democratized!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lydia-humphrey/
