Elijah Kellogg, the Man and His Work / Chapters from His Life and Selections from His Writings

by Unknown

A HYMN

[Written for the Celebration of the Twenty-eighth Anniversary of the Boston Seaman’s Friend Society, at Music Hall, Boston, May 28, 1856.]

I was not reared where heaves the swell

Of surf on coasts remote and drear,

But grew with roses, in a dell,

And waked with bird-notes in my ear.

Glad hours on golden pinions sped,

As folded to her throbbing breast,

A mother’s lips their fragrance shed,