Lydia Humphrey by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

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!