SUNDAY. THOU blessed day! I will not call thee last, And a calm lake of pure and starry sky Peers through the mountainous depth of clouds amass'd. Might call thee Sunday without fear or blame; To faithful souls the import of thy name. IN CONTINUATION. The ancient Sabbath was an end,—a pause,— Why, then, subject the new to antique laws? Is Sunday ranked before the secular days; To trail in sullen thought by silent ways. Like the fresh dawn, or rose-bud newly burst, So let our Sabbath wear the face of praise! THE SOUL. Is not the body more than meat? The soul The shortest smile that flits across a face, Lasts longer than the earth or visible skies! And vernal still in everlasting youth. PRAYER. BE not afraid to pray-to pray is right. Yet every prayer Avails the blessed time to expedite. Whate'er is good to wish, ask that of Heaven, PRIVILEGES. GOOD is it to be born in Christian land, Within the hearing of sweet Sabbath bells, How God vouchsafed His creatures to command. As all could see, though none might understand. Where Gospel truth is rife as song of birds Familiar in our ears as household words." |