WELCOME!
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.Full well she knows attend herHis 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 himFor Christ’s dear word, “Well done!”Chautauqua, 1902.
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.Full well she knows attend herHis 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 himFor Christ’s dear word, “Well done!”Chautauqua, 1902.
With love no words may measure,Deep as life’s hidden wells,—With sweetest, purest pleasure,Chautauqua’s bosom swells.
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!
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.
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.
Her joy untold confessing,
(Now be God’s goodness prais’d!)
As for a father’s blessing,
Her eyes to his are raised.
Full well she knows attend herHis prayers on sea and shore—His spotless fame her splendor,Her pride for evermore!
Full well she knows attend her
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 himFor Christ’s dear word, “Well done!”Chautauqua, 1902.
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.