Once Read Thy Own Breast Right, And

Waiting For The Spark From Heaven To Fall.

Come, Dear Children, Let Us Away; Down And Away Below!

One Thing Only Has Been Lent To Youth And Age In Common--discontent.

And That Sweet City With Her Dreaming Spires, She Needs Not June For Beauty's Heightening.

Now, The Whole World Hears Or Shall Hear,--surely Shall Hear, At The Last, Though Men Delay, And Doubt, And Faint, And Fail,-- That Promise Faithful:--"fear Not, Little Flock! It Is Your Father's Will And Joy, To Give To You, The Kingdom"!