CHANNING! my Mentor whilst my thought was young,
And I the votary of fair liberty,-
How hung I then upon thy glowing tongue,
And thought of love and truth as one with thee!
Thou wast the inspirer of a nobler life,
When I with error waged unequal strife,
And from its coils thy teaching set me free.
Be ye, his followers, to his leading true,
Nor privilege covet, nor the wider sway;
But hold right onward in his loftier way,
As best becomes, and is his rightful due.
If learning -s yours,-gifts God doth least esteem,-
Beyond all gifts was his transcendent view:
O realize his Pentecostal dream!