Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | IV. Sabbath: Worship: Creed | | The Sabbath Morning | | John Leyden (1775–1811) |
| | | WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn, | |
| That slowly wakes while all the fields are still! | |
| A soothing calm on every breeze is borne; | |
| A graver murmur gurgles from the rill; | |
| And echo answers softer from the hill; | 5 |
| And sweeter sings the linnet from the thorn: | |
| The skylark warbles in a tone less shrill. | |
| Hail, light serene! hail, sacred Sabbath morn! | |
| The rooks float silent by in airy drove; | |
| The sun a placid yellow lustre throws; | 10 |
| The gales that lately sighed along the grove | |
| Have hushed their downy wings in dead repose | |
| The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move,— | |
| So smiled that day when the first morn arose! | | | | |
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