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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse When the hill looks old, and the air turns cold
 * With the dying day!

The white church on the hill—
 * A Greek in a Puritan town—

Was built on the brow of the hilt
 * For John Wesley's God's renown,

And a conscience old set a steeple cold
 * On its Grecian crown.

In a storm of faith on the hill
 * Hands raised it over the bay.

When the night is clear on the hill,
 * It stands up strong and gray;

But its door is old, and the tower points cold
 * To the Milky Way.

The white church on the hill
 * Looks lonely over the town.

Dim to them under the hill
 * Is its God's renown,

And its Bible old, and its creed grown cold,
 * And the letters brown.

Wilton Agnew Barrett