Where the palms of Afric gather up the tropic heats by day,
Where the jerboa and the lion in their evening shadows play,
Where the streams are coral-bedded and the mountains gemmed with gold,
She is bearing forth a treasure human heart alone may hold—
Oil to pour on troubled spirits, seed to sow in barren place,
Soothing balm of consolation, knowledge of anointing grace.
"Ethiopia and the islands," far away her mission lies:
From the sweet New England homestead underneath her native skies,
To Liberia's dark-browed children, Sierra Leone's struggling band,
She has messages from heaven, guided by the Father's hand.