Had trooped to the church when the church bell rung.
The windows were open, and breezes sweet
Fluttered the hymn books from seat to seat.
Even the birds in the pale-leaved birch
Sang as softly as if in church!
Right in the midst of the minister’s prayer
There came a knock at the door. “Who’s there,
I wonder?” the gray-haired sexton thought,
As his careful ear the tapping caught.
Rap, rap, rap, rap—a louder sound.