Lydia Sigourney,
Poems
(1834)
“ And Faith an anchor gained:—that holy Book is thine. Behold the Book,—whose sacred truths to spread Christ's heralds toil beneath a foreign sky, Pouring its blessings o'er the heathen's head, A martyr-courage kindling in their eye. Wide o'er the globe its glorious light must shine, As glows the arch of Heaven:—that holy Book is thine. ”
