Gifted orator and teacher, Chastened learner and disciple, May his thrilling exhortations, May his zealous admonitions, Long resound in old Kentucky, Long reecho in Lancaster.
Never more the timeworn benches Shall reecho words of wisdom; Never more the brick and plaster Shall have grace from text and precept, Ne'er alas!
The very breeze that flutters our starry flag sings of it; the wild forests, the rocky crags, the mountain torrents, the waving grasses of the wide-stretching prairies echo and reecho it.
May our venerable cathedrals again reecho those solemn formulae of prayer which heresy has so long suppressed!
Were the king to stand in my place at this moment, I believe that he would, in the magnanimity of his noble nature, be compelled to reecho the words I have spoken.
As the mute groves of the Academy reecho still the wisdom of the sages, so did that ancient church people my mind with forms and scenes of an age long passed away.
How charming did these voicesreecho through the room!
