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THE CHILDREN
OF THE LORD’S SUPPER*
PENTECOST, day of rejoicing, had come. The church
of the village
Stood gleaming white in the morning’s sheen. On the spire
of the belfry,
Tipped with a vane of metal, the friendly flames of the
Spring-sun
Glanced like the tongues of fire, beheld by Apostles
aforetime.
Clear was the heaven and blue, and May, with her cap
crowned with roses,
Stood in her holiday dress in the fields, and the wind and
the brooklet
Murmured gladness and peace, God’s-peace! With lips
rosy-tinted
Whispered the race of the flowers, and merry on
balancing branches
Birds were singing their carol, a jubilant hymn to the
Highest.
Swept and clean was the church-yard. Adorned like a
leaf-woven arbor
Stood its old-fashioned gate; and within upon each cross
of iron
Hung was a sweet scented garland, new twined by the
hands of affection.
Even the dial, that stood on a fountain among the
departed,
* In the poem, as in the foreword, the spelling of the first edition has been
retained; only a few obvious misprints have been corrected. The lines are
here printed as they were originally written; in later editions the poet changed
•lightly about forty of the lines. The footnotes that follow are Longfellow’s. [Ed.]
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