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Esther Georgina Summers (1913–2013)

Esther Georgina Summers (1913–2013)

Church in the  Wildwood
(by Dr. William S. Pitts, 1857)

There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier spot in the dale;
No place is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

Come, come, come, come, come to the church
in the wildwood,
O, come to the church in the vale,
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning,
To listen to the clear ringing bell;
Its tones so sweetly are calling,
O, come to the church in the vale.

O, come to the church in the wildwood,
To the trees where the wild flowers bloom,
Where the parting hymn shall be chanted
We will weep by the side of the tomb.

From the church in the valley by the wildwood,
When the day fades away into night,
I would fain from this spot of my childhood
Wing my way to the mansions of light.

 

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