Note 24 — XVII.
Reading edition
An excellent Christian poet has thus amplified this thought:—
“Thou hast thy record in the monarch’s hall, And on the waters of the far mid sea; And where the mighty mountain shadows fall, The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee. Where’er, beneath some Oriental tree, The Christian traveller rests—where’er the child Looks upward from the English mother’s knee, With earnest eyes, in wond’ring reverence mild, There art thou known. Where’er the Book of Light Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight, Is borne thy memory—and all praise above. Oh! say what deed so lifted thy sweet name, Mary! to that pure, silent place of fame?— One lowly offering of exceeding love.”