  With love no words may measure, Deep as life’s hidden wells,— With sweetest, purest pleasure, Chautauqua’s bosom swells. A memory true and tender, At which the warm tears start,— Her Founder and Defender— His home is in her heart! O gratefully she meets him, Restored to her once more; And rapturously greets him, With welcomes o’er and o’er. Her joy untold confessing, (Now be God’s goodness prais’d!) As for a father’s blessing, Her eyes to his are raised. His prayers on sea and shore— His spotless fame her splendor, Her pride for evermore! St. Vincent, we would name him, Ere yet his crown is won,— Before the skies shall claim him For Christ’s dear word, “Well done!” Chautauqua, 1902.
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