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Lydia Humphrey

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Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church,         With my Bible under my arm         'Till I was gray and old;         Unwedded, alone in the world,         Finding brothers and sisters in the congregation,         And children in the church.         I know they laughed and thought me queer.         I knew of the eagle souls that flew high in the sunlight,         Above the spire of the church, and laughed at the church,         Disdaining me, not seeing me.         But if the high air was sweet to them, sweet was the church to me.         It was the vision, vision, vision of the poets         Democratized!

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