They clasped His hand as we do, tho’ that day
All that their future held they could not know
As we know now,—
Two hundred years ago.
We thank our fathers’ God for all His care,
For smiling fields and busy haunts of men,—
For all the gifts of Science and of Art,—
For lives whose deeds His loving guidance show
Brave as those lives
Two hundred years ago.
All are from Him, these works of hand and brain
His love has made men wise, has kept men true,
Since first upon this hilltop life began,
And water in the wilderness did flow
Here at this well
Two hundred years ago.
THE TWO ABIGAILS
REMINISCENCES OF A TYPICAL NEW MILFORD FAMILY