Excerpt from Sacred Lyrics
Down in dim valleys may the traveller trace,
(In musing wonder through the lonely place,)
Some silent stream, the glory of the ground,
Where nature's beauties flourish all around.
His eye at venture wanders o'er the scene,
Regards this lily, then that tuft of green,
Returns and re-surveys, and wanders still,
From bud to herbage, and from tree to rill.
But see! his eye has caught some favorite flower,
Kindred to those, which, for his childhood's bower
His gentle parent from his garden drew,
That his dear child might his affection view;
Though distant be the traveller from that home,
His soul o'er each remembered spot doth roam;
His father's counsels and his mother's kiss,
Restore, by sweet remembrance, early bliss,
So, if some Christian, should, though faintly, see,
Saviour of sinners! here some love to Thee,
May he recall thy early love, and feel
A kindred pleasure o'er his spirit steal;
With sweet simplicity review those days),
When hope was rapture, and rejoicing, praise,
And through our Saviour, (glory here be given,
Seek with new joy the sapphire walls of heaven.
John J. Morris
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