I’ll evermore with you abide.”
O, is it not thus that the children
Full oft leave the dear old home nest,
To find that though skies may be fairer,
The old love and home are the best?
And thus do we oft in our blindness,
Unheeding the voices within,
Stray away from the Infinite kindness
To roam in the by-paths of sin.
But at length we grow weary of straying