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Title: At early candle light and other poems
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: McIntyre, Robert, bp., 1851-1914. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Cincinnati, Chicago (etc.) Jennings & Pye
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e hamlets boisterous brood; Each tossed his tunic far from him, Waded knee-deep, sun-tanned and slim,And stood there unashamed and nude; The tamaracks shook when they laughed, And rhythmic strophes, like a psalm, 98 THE DAY WC SEINED THE DAH 99 Broke on the shore, as from the raft They dived—the day we seined the dam. The day we seined the dam, a bird Told but one tale from birchen boughsWherein the sleeping south wind stirred;And down rose-hidden aisles the herd Came tinkling to the brink to browse,And in tall reeds, all satisfied, They stood where billows shook the balmFrom lilies tilted on the tide That rolled—the day we seined the dam. The day we seined the dam, how slipped The stream, in slopes of rainbow spray,Down to the depths where alders dippedTheir beads, like monks who, in a crypt For peace, unto the Highest pray.O could I plunge in that deep pool. With all my woes, just as I am.And rise again as clean and cool As then, the day we seined the dam! •THE OLD ZION CHURCH
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THE old Zion Church, onthe old country road,Encircled with wagons wheneach brought a loadOf the farmers, who came when the calm Sabbath-dayPut the plow and the reaper and planter away.I can hear Coronation flow out from the choir,Bubbling over the building and up to the spire,Where one pair of bluebirds on Sundaj^ did perchJust to join in the hymns of the old Zion Church. O the old Zion Church, down its unpainted aislesHow the river of song broke in ripples of smilesAs the bride drew her robes from the altar to doorThro sunshine that sweetened the old oaken floor.And 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 t

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