Little White Church  

O the years may carry me far away,
and life new visions spin;
But I shal remember of little White Church,
and those who worshiped therein.

Our little White chruch had grown small,
Too big to dwell within its walls,
Our little White Church has changed in a way.
And it is where we worship today.

Remaining are some new and a few old faces.
But the same old bell still calls us on Sunday to worship.
I hope the Church bells never cease to ring.
Since the bells of our church actually sing -
With tones that touch the hearts of young and old when the ring.

Mrs. D. H. Smith, 1935