CHANNING! my Mentor whilst my thought was young, And I the votary of fair liberty,-- How hung I then upon thy glowing tongue, And thought of love and truth as one with thee! Thou wast the inspirer of a nobler life, When I with error waged unequal strife, And from its coils thy teaching set me free. Be ye, his followers, to his leading true, Nor privilege covet, nor the wider sway; But hold right onward in his loftier way, As best becomes, and is his rightful due. If learning 's yours,--gifts God doth least esteem,-- Beyond all gifts was his transcendent view: O realize his Pentecostal dream! |