THE VoL.
MESSENGER
LI
No. 6
w. A. SHELL Not far from town There stands, Amidst the trees and shrubs, A church of yesterday. It's old, and worn, is crumbling, The roof is green with moss And grass is growing through the floor. Instead of window panes Some spiders spun their webs of silk Which catch the sparkling dew. The altar where the Bible used to lay Protects a sparrow's brood and nest: Not far from town There stands A church of yesterday No longer fit to be The House of God Because They've built a "modern" one (More beautiful, they say) Of blood red brick, Of iron And steel, Of great thick doors And locks.