My first is the well known historical home

My first is the well known historical home Of a noted historical lady; My first in strange countries is oft known to roam, Or along a green path cool and shady.

My first is my lady’s great pride and delight, Yet they say the fair sex cannot do it; My first stamps the home, though ’t is oft out of sight; When I was a child I went through it.

My last is a very queer book, so men say, So scarce that we rarely can find it; A most welcome caller, a place far away, ’T is twisted, yet still we can wind it.

My whole, a great healer, thy power I allow, Though others thy help may be scorning; For ere I go worldward, to thee I must bow, And beseech thine assistance each morning.