XXVIII.
I need not mention every little thing
That was required to make the house complete.
My humble Muse would now attempt to sing
Of subjects which to her are far more sweet.
The Pastor happy lived in his retreat,
Preaching on Sabbath, in a school-house near.
There many came who could not get a seat,
And such large audience did the Pastor cheer,
Who spoke to them with zeal—for they to him were dear.
XXIX.
I may be asked, "What was this man's persuasion?
Was he a Churchman or a Methodist?"
I answer make without the least evasion,
He owned no "ism," nor yet "ite," nor "ist."
But if on further knowledge you insist,
I only say that he was glad to own
The "Blood-bought Throng" wherever they exist.
Nor did he scruple to let this be known,
The BIBLE still the Source from which his creed was drawn.
XXX.
From it he gathered that ev'n two or three
Met in Christ's name a Church of God do make;
That, when so met, they have full liberty
On each Lord's Day the Bread and Wine to take.
All vain traditions they in this forsake,
But get rich blessing from the King of Kings.
And in that lonely house near Huron's Lake,
The family enjoyed the bliss which springs
From means well used, and these afresh each Sabbath brings.
XXXI.
The six of whom I spoke some pages back,
Sought early fellowship with that small band.
These of great sorrow had displayed no lack,
And now as Christians publicly they stand,
Unto Christ's work they give each heart and hand,
And one of them called Luth, possessed of means,
Resolved at once to give a piece of land
On which to build a chapel, midst sweet scenes;
A very central place, and near two deep ravines.
XXXII.
Nor was this all; he gave some good pine trees
And other requisites to build the place;
The work he knew would all be done by "Bees."
The friends the opportunity embrace
To make the matter fully known all round.
Strong opposition they had now to face
From those who rather would in sin be found,
And such cared nothing for the glorious Gospel sound.