Chapter VIII—The Family Bible.
"What household thoughts around thee, as their shrine,
Cling reverently!—Of anxious looks beguiled,
My mother’s eyes upon thy page divine,
Each day were bent; her accents, gravely mild,
Breathed out thy love; whilst I, a dreamy child,
Wandered on breeze-like fancies oft away,
... Yet would the solemn Word,
At times, with kindlings of young wonder heard
Fall on my wakened spirit, there to be