Hath changed his earthly for a heavenly crown.
Dear child, upon that fated spot she stood,
In all the beauty of her opening youth,
In health’s rich bloom, in virgin innocence,
While her eyes sparkled and her heart o’erflow’d
With pure and perfect joy of filial love.
Many a slow century since that day hath fill’d
Its course, and countless multitudes have trod
With pilgrim feet that consecrated cave;
Yet not in all those ages, amid all