And all the earth her increase yields.
He told us that his way lay on.
He might not rest; the High God’s cry
Rang “Onward!” and the beacon shone,
“And I must wander till I die.
“But when I speak unto my God
I still will tell him you were kind,
That you may tread where He has trod
Until the Straight Way home you find.”
He joined his hands in deep salute,