And every year that company
Grows the greater, steadily.
And every day I count my dead
In robes of sunrise, blue and red.
III—A RHYMED ADDRESS TO ALL RENEGADE CAMPBELLITES, EXHORTING THEM TO RETURN
I
O prodigal son, O recreant daughter,
When broken by the death of a child
You called for the greybeard Campbellite elder,
Who spoke as of old in the wild.