Far from the sight of human sin,
And moral weakness in Satan's bonds.
Away, away 'neath the towering trees,
Where the thrush pours forth his wildwood song.
And the grey squirrel nimbly leaps with ease,
From branch to branch of the maple strong.
Where the hornets build their marvelous nest,
And hang it high from human foe.
Where the blackbird 'neath her soft warm breast
Shelters her young when the storm winds blow.