SABBATH.
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard,
Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice
Of one who from the far-off hills proclaims
Tidings of good to Zion.
The Sabbath Bells. C. LAMB.
The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells
Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells,
Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells,
Sounds far an' near,
An' through the simmer kintry tells
Its tale o' cheer.
An' noo, to that melodious play,
A' deidly awn the quiet sway—
A' ken their solemn holiday,
Bestial an' human,
The singin' lintie on the brae,
The restin' plou'man.
A Lowden Sabbath Morn. R.L. STEVENSON.
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss:
Heaven once a week:
The next world's gladness prepossest in this;
A day to seek;
Eternity in time.
Sundays. H. VAUGHAN.
As palmers went to hail the nichèd seat
At desert well, where they put off the shoon
And robe of travel, so I, a pilgrim as they,
Tired with my six-days' track, would turn aside
Out of the scorch and glare into the shade
Of Sunday-stillness.
The Resting Place. M.J. PRESTON.
But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys.
Hail, Sabbath! Thee I hail, the poor man's day.
The Sabbath. J. GRAHAME.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure,
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Urania.. O.W. HOLMES.