 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
SUNDAY MORNING.
O day to sweet religious thought
So wisely set apart,
Back to the silent strength of life
Help thou my wavering heart.
So wisely set apart,
Back to the silent strength of life
Help thou my wavering heart.
Nor let the obtrusive lies of sense
My meditations draw
From the composed, majestic realm
Of everlasting law.
My meditations draw
From the composed, majestic realm
Of everlasting law.
Break down whatever hindering shapes
I see, or seem to see,
And make my soul acquainted with
Celestial company.
I see, or seem to see,
And make my soul acquainted with
Celestial company.
Beyond the wintry waste of death
Shine fields of heavenly light;
Let not this incident of time
Absorb me from their sight.
Shine fields of heavenly light;
Let not this incident of time
Absorb me from their sight.
I know these outward forms wherein
So much my hopes I stay,
Are but the shadowy hints of that
Which cannot pass away.
So much my hopes I stay,
Are but the shadowy hints of that
Which cannot pass away.
That just outside the work-day path
By man's volition trod,
Lie the resistless issues of
The things ordained of God.
By man's volition trod,
Lie the resistless issues of
The things ordained of God.
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