And then from that cottage the hymn and the prayer
Uprose, when the hour of reposing had come;
And each sent an offering of thanksgiving up
To Him who had blessed them with quiet at home.
Oh! who has not wished, when the cold world has chilled
Each flow’ret that blossomed in life’s morning dream.
To find out some refuge from sorrow and care,
Like that homestead of beauty by Delaware’s stream.