 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
A GOOD DAY.
Earth seems as peaceful and as bright
As if the year that might not stay,
Had made a sweet pause in her flight,
To keep another Sabbath day.
As if the year that might not stay,
Had made a sweet pause in her flight,
To keep another Sabbath day.
And I, as past the moments roll,
Forgetting human fear and doubt.
Hold better Sabbath, in my soul,
Than that which Nature holds without.
Forgetting human fear and doubt.
Hold better Sabbath, in my soul,
Than that which Nature holds without.
Help me, O Lord, if I shall see
Times when I walk from hope apart,
Till all my days but seem to be
The troubled week-days of the heart.
Times when I walk from hope apart,
Till all my days but seem to be
The troubled week-days of the heart.
Help me to find, in seasons past,
The hours that have been good or fair,
And bid remembrance hold them fast,
To keep me wholly from despair.
The hours that have been good or fair,
And bid remembrance hold them fast,
To keep me wholly from despair.
Help me to look behind, before,
To make my past and future form
A bow of promise, meeting o'er
The darkness of my day of storm.
To make my past and future form
A bow of promise, meeting o'er
The darkness of my day of storm.
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