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Vain folly of another age,— This wandering over earth, To find the peace by some dark sin Banish'd our household hearth.

On Lebanon the dark green pines Wave over sacred ground, And Carmel's consecrated rose Springs from a hallow'd mound.

Glorious the truth they testify, And blessed is their name; But even in such sacred spot Are sin and woe the same.

Oh pilgrim! vain each toilsome step, Vain every weary day; There is no charm in soil or shrine To wash thy guilt away.

Return, with prayer and tear return To those who weep at home; To dry their eyes will more avail, Than o'er a world to roam.

There's hope for one who leaves with shame The guilt that lured before: Remember, He who said ‘repent,' Said also, 'sin no more.’

Return, and in thy daily round Of duty and of love Thou best wilt find that patient faith Which lifts the soul above.

In every innocent prayer each child Lisps at his father's knee:— If thine has been to teach that prayer, There will be hope for thee.

There is a small white church that stands Beside thy father's grave; There kneel and pour those earnest prayers That sanctify and save.

Around thee draw thine own home ties, And, with a chastened mind, In meek well-doing seek that peace No wandering will find.

In charity and penitence Thy sin will be forgiven;— Pilgrim, the heart is the true shrine Whence prayers ascend to Heaven."