Clasped in devotion to the unseen God,
In ignorance adoring; for his spirit,
Unstained of earth, was redolent of heaven,
And instinct with the praises he had learnt
From angel-lips in his celestial birth-place.
Stranger.Childhood’s inheritance, which manhood squanders,
God gives us all, while we return but little.
Sailor.As the sun rose he sung a little hymn.
The words were these. I think his father made it.
In the morning of existence,