| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Village Church | | By Louise Driscoll |
| | | THERE is a little church I know | |
| With six white pillars in a row, | |
| And for a hundred years or more | |
| God’s people have gone through the door. | |
| A goodly company are they | 5 |
| Who come no more on Sabbath Day. | |
| Sometimes I think the Sabbath air | |
| Is filled with little ghosts of prayer, | |
| And in the rafters linger yet | |
| Words that the church cannot forget. | 10 |
| Full of old songs the belfry is, | |
| And every pew has memories. | | | | |
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