It’s presence dear
Our hearts doth cheer;
We love to see it there
On highest ground
Which Lambert found
With labor and great care.
Its work was wrought
Most intricate---
How true it stands and plumb!
 
 
 

When far away,
I hail the day
When I may then return
And there espy
It way up high,
And how my heart doth burn!
I this would raise
My voice in praise
Of such a friend to me.
Where’er I roam
I come back home---
That Tower I HAVE to see.