Poems

Chapter 58: SABBATH MORN.

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This collection gathers lyrical pieces that trace the day's and year's cycles, moving through sunrise, morning, noonday, sunset, moonlight and seasonal scenes. It pairs brief landscape lyrics with sonnets, songs, and occasional narrative ballads, blending vivid natural description—mountains, streams, birds, and coastal views—with meditative reflections on mortality, faith, memory, and poetic ambition. The tone alternates between pastoral celebration and sober contemplation, favoring clear sensory detail, moral sentiment, and accessible stanza forms that foreground feeling and observation over formal experimentation.

SABBATH MORN.

On Sabbath morn, one feels

Exalted 'bove the world, and longs to go

Forth to the house of God; and, as the slow

And solemn church-chime on him steals,

He seems to tread the height

Of Heaven, rise with his risen Lord, and there

Pour out his soul in never-ceasing prayer,

And worship with the saints in light.

And peace, and joy, and faith

Are his, and all things that the earth contains,

And all above, through the Redeemer's pains,

And groans, and victory o'er death!

Glory to Him who willed

That man should live, not die! to Him who made

The Sabbath for our comfort, and who said

The soul on Christ its hopes should build!