The Missioners Reverie
A stranger 'mongst a strange, unhallowed people
Obeying the voice of the Master; sharing His yearning
For Souls, works in the heat of the vineyard.
An exile? perhaps, but love is the chain that binds him.
But as he sits at his…
America
(From the National Ode, July 4, 1876)
Foreseen in the vision of sages,
Foretold when martyrs bled,
She was born of the longing of ages,
By the truth of the noble dead
And the faith of the living fed!
No blood in her lightest veins
Frets at…
