It were a heaven for blessed ones to dwell in.
HALLOWED GROUND.
What bids the soul of man to gaze,
Upon a spot of earth,
As a sun of focal rays?
The spell of human worth!
The spot where human virtue stood,
And struck for holy truth,
It were a heaven for blessed ones to dwell in.
What bids the soul of man to gaze,
Upon a spot of earth,
As a sun of focal rays?
The spell of human worth!
The spot where human virtue stood,
And struck for holy truth,