"I looked to find a man who walked with God, Like the translated patriarch of old;— Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod, Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold; I heard the wind in low complaint go by That none his melodies like him could hear; Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high, Yet none like David turned a willing ear; God walked alone unhonored through the earth; For Him no heart-built temple open stood, The soul forgetful of her nobler birth Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood, And left unfinished and in ruins still The only temple he delights to fill."