II.
The busy hum of busy men, this morn forgets to wake,
In quiet deep the hushed winds sleep, as fearful they shall break
The holy silence which o’erspreads all nature like a spell,
With which in music sweet accords the Sabbath-morning bell.
The busy hum of busy men, this morn forgets to wake,
In quiet deep the hushed winds sleep, as fearful they shall break
The holy silence which o’erspreads all nature like a spell,
With which in music sweet accords the Sabbath-morning bell.