Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed,
The reverend champion stood.
Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories