Bard of the beautiful life, chanter of home and of childhood,
Poet of passionless mood, cunning in music and color,
Like the church-builders of old whose chimes and legended windows
Sweeten the heart of the world with harmony, worship and wonder—
Grateful that such thou wast who first in our minds grew familiar,
Thankful for serious thoughts, for pictures, analogies, stories,
We who were born to thy lore, breathing thy song at the hearthside,
Arise in the silence of love and listen anew to thy numbers.