Mr. McGranahan was visiting Mr. Bliss at that time. Bliss handed the words to him, asking what he could get for a tune. McGranahan worked upon it a long time without success, making harmonies and trying to satisfy himself with something that would properly express the words. When supper-time came he did not care to eat. At bedtime the family went to their rooms, leaving him in the parlour at the piano. Finally, dissatisfied with the result, he threw himself on the floor and fell into a doze. Suddenly he awoke, and the tune, chorus and all, had come—different from the harmonies he had worked upon. When he sang it to Mr. Bliss in the morning he was delighted with it, and immediately adopted it for use.