Whither he went or whence he came,
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I knew not why;
—and in the second and third stanzas the narrator relates how he entertained him, and this was the sequel—
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise
The token in His hand I knew;
My Saviour stood before my eyes.
When once that song was started, every tongue took it up, (and it was strange if every foot did not count the measure,) and the coldest kindled with gospel warmth as the story swept on.*