English poem
III.
by J. G. Holland (1819–1881)
He heard the long-drawn organ-peal Within his chapel call to prayer; And, answering with ready zeal, He breathed o'er Mildred's weary chair These words, and sealed them with a seal:
"Only an hour: but comfort take;— This home and I are wholly yours; And many bosoms fondly ache To tell you, that while life endures, You shall be cherished for my sake.
"So throw your heart's door open wide, And take in mine as well as me; Let no poor creature be denied The grace of tender courtesy And kindness from the pastor's bride."