“Their store-houses full, flowing out of this into that.
“They have called the people happy that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is
the Lord.”—Ps. cxliii.
I.
With face storm-lined and bronzed, no longer young,
That seemed as if its soul’s dim life had grown
On lonely farm, in rugged inland town
Lying, a narrow world, bleak hills among,
A stranger gazed amid the wealth and glare
Of all the nations’ gathered industry