And these other lines from My Mother’s Bible, equally well known,—
WEST POINT MILITARY ACADEMY
(N. E. corner of cadets’ barracks)
“This book is all that’s left me now:—
Tears will unbidden start—
With faltering lip and throbbing brow,
I press it to my heart.
For many generations past
Here is our family tree:
My mother’s hand this Bible clasped;
She, dying, gave it me.”
And what schoolboy of twenty-five years ago does not remember the song of The Whip-poor-will, the first verses of which always aroused his sympathetic interest?—
“Why dost thou come at set of sun,
Those pensive words to say?
Why whip poor Will?—what has he done—
And who is Will, I pray?
“Why come from yon leaf-shaded hill
A suppliant at my door?—
Why ask of me to whip poor Will?
And is Will really poor?”
Morris had traveled abroad rather widely for that day, but instead of its weaning him from his native land, it made it all the more dear to him. He set this forth in a well-known song entitled, I’m with You once Again, which so accurately voices the feelings of thousands of loyal American travelers that it is worth repeating here:—