He was at one time in Europe.
His friend, Mr. F.O.J. Smith, was embarking on his voyage for home.
Mr. Morse said to him:—
"When you arrive in sight of dear America, bless it for me.
"And when you land, kiss the very ground for me.
"Land of lands! Oh, that all our country-men would but know their blessings!
"God hath not dealt so with any nation.
"We ought to be the best, as well as the happiest and most prosperous of all nations.
"Nor should we forget to whom we are in debt for all these blessings.
"'Righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin is a reproach to any nation.'"