When Veraignes church was built. Ah! then
Brave churches grew 'neath hands of men:
We see not now their like again.
We built it on the green hill-side
That leans its bosom o'er the town,
So that its presence, sanctified,
Might ever on our lives look down.
We built; and those who built not, they
Brought us their blessing day by day,
And lingered to rejoice and pray.