A home away from home,Among the hills lies a lofty bower;Where God does dwell in amity;Amongst natural green and grey.Every heart throbbed love,Natural love so tender and rare;Amongst one in a race;Which has been his own foe.Not a rut house but a home,Where love and joy permeates;Nonetheless, it never was so fair;As good will and[...]
What beauty, a flower bequeaths,That drapes every speck of misty dew;That sheathes every measure of the glen;Around the craggy mounds around.What fragrance, a blooming bud,That insipid chill among hills;That perplexed heart to beauty;Amidst the itinerant rivulets of life.What petals on Yule day,That zany elf, that petty doe;That dwells the domicile;Within that perpetual misty vale.
A small villa beyond a lofty bower,Midst the mute witnesses of man’s story;Lies a venerable bosom near the verge;A land which ages have seen.Of the West and the East,Yon hills and vales it runs;Where herds with milk, fields with bread;Overflow beyond nature’s brimming bowl.Awesome harmony amongst littered races,From Nepal, Bihar and lands afar;But their hue[...]
There it lay scorned and derided,The wood where my saviour died,The wood on which he hung disgraced,There the sins of many forgiven.There on the wood, a common criminal,He breathed His last calling His own,Pleading mercy for the poor sinner,That elevated Him on that wooden cross.There on the wood as he lay dying,Bestowed He a gift[...]