Excerpt from The Bells of Atchison: And Other Poems To My Father in Christ. To him who gently took my youthful hand, While yet in desert waste I wandered lone, Led me to pasture, rich with verdure grown, Where life in all its beauty could expand, Where springs Pierean water the thirsting land; - Pointed the way of peace, to earth unknown, Where the untrammeled heart, in sweetest tone, Pours out the songs that angels understand; - To him who patient watched my wanderings, Was father kind, when I was faithless son: To him, that son his hearts first harvestings Now consecrates. And may his lips anon Bless both the singer and his humble songs, Himself find bliss among the angel throngs. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.