| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. Sabbath Morning | | Anonymous |
| | | HARK, from afar, the sound of Sabbath bells! | |
| In solemn music pealing through the air! | |
| Again the day of rest these notes declare; | |
| And as their harmony uprising swells, | |
| A voice from universal Nature tells | 5 |
| How sweetly in the anthem she doth share. | |
| Soft breezes whisper to the heavens fair; | |
| A peaceful murmur by the seaside dwells. | |
| The melody of birds, the hum of bees, | |
| The dew-drop falling from the buds of spring, | 10 |
| Each rustling leaf upon the forest trees, | |
| Join in the strain. Now myriad angels sing: | |
| “Prepare, ye mortals, all your jubilees, | |
| And swell hosannahs to the Eternal King.” | | | | |
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