That sound, my spirits deeply tried;
My heart, at that one little word,
Through every trembling fibre stirred.
I'd still a place within thy heart,
But oh, I felt it hard to part;
And that long dreaded hour had come,
When thou must leave thy childhood's home.
But that sad morn; a pleasant sight
Cast o'er the future gleams of light;
I listened, and the voice of prayer