How far the holy fragrance of
The family altar goes;
When childhood days are far behind
The beauty of it glows.
Though some things, to my memory,
Are indistinct and blurred,
I still can hear my father's voice
Expound the Holy Word.
I did not heed its counsel then
Or realize it's worth;
But now I know that shrine to be
The sweetest place on earth.
It's proved a shield to keep my faith
Undimmed through joy and care;
The mem'ry of that hallowed place--
My father's voice in prayer.
~ Unknown.