Introduction

While musing o'er the sacred Truth
Which God in mercy spoke;
Down in the chamber of my heart
These scatt'ring thoughts awoke.

While strolling 'long the sea of grace
One evening all alone,
I stopped and seized with great delight
This little pebble-stone.

While scaling Canaan's sacred hill,
'Mid flow'rs of ev'ry hue,
I stoop'd with heart aglow with love
To pluck this bud for you. 

While roving 'mong its vernal trees
With awe and wonder mute,
I picked from just a single bough
This tiny bit of fruit.

-The Author