The Poetical Remains of the late Dr. John Leyden with Memoirs of his Life, by the Rev. James Morton |
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ON THE SABBATH MORNING.
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;
And softer sings the linnet from the thorn;
The sky-lark 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;
The gales, that lately sigh'd along the grove,
Have hush'd their downy wings in dead repose;
The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move;—
So smil'd the day when the first morn arose!
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