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