And childhood with its steadfast gaze,
Heard wondrous words of heavenly truth;
And knelt in prayer and joined in praise.
And O! a holy look was given,
To him who bent that book above;
His brow was bright with light from heaven;
His soul with heaven’s all brightening love.
Nor was it that he loved to roam,
He crossed the pathless ocean o’er;
Nor yet to find a fairer home,