And faltering age.
And some, returning from far distant lands,
Fainting and sick their ways to thee have wended
To feel the sweet ministry of loving hands,
Their journeys ended.
Thou hadst a soul—thy goodly prop' and stay
That kept the log, the compass and the chart,
And showed the way for many a trusting heart—
The long, long way!
O humble home! thou hadst a secret door