Classic Poem

In graceful youth, within the house of prayer,
Who by the sacred font so humbly kneels,
And with a tremulous yet earnest air,
The deathless vow of Christian fealty seals?
The Triune Name is breathed with hallow'd power,
The dew baptismal bathes the forest-flower,
And, lo! her chasten'd smile that hope reveals
Which nerved the weary dove o'er floods unbless'd,
The olive-leaf to pluck, and gain the ark of rest.