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poems.
THE SABBATH MORNING.
It is the Sabbath's morn! a deep repose
On forests, hills, and streams so calmly rests.
The air a momentary music breathes,
Faintly and sweetly, wafting the perfume
Of trees and flowers, whose sunny leaves are bright
After the evening shower. The list'ning ear
Perchance may catch the distant rush of waves
Mournfully sighing where the forests shade
Their gently-flowing waters; yet it bears
A sound so soothing, that it lulls to rest
Each troubl'd feeling. Peace, like falling dew,
From heaven descends, to brighten and refresh.
The morning's varied hues that deck the sky
Cast o'er the earth the sapphire's golden light;
The sun on high, from his majestic throne,
Arrays the vale in brightness. Faintest mist,
While all is radiance round, obscures the hills;
Yet, while that glorious orb above is shining
O'er the unclouded heavens, can we heed
The distant haze, though beauty far away
By its sad veil is hidden? I rejoice,
And still will trust in thee, O Lord of good,
While the Sun of Righteousness divine
Shines grace resplendant, though the way be dark