The Old Log Cabin

Maternal Eden! Cradle of the night
Before the hailed Aurora of the dawn
Of present day. Thy roof revealed the light
Of beck'ning stars, where many souls were
drawn
In inspirations of a worthy aim
That marked the nucleus of a noble name.
The poor and lowly trusted to thy care
Found rugged strength and faith-inspired heart;
Thou gav'st the whisper with thy simple fare