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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

IV. Sabbath Morning

Anonymous

HARK, from afar, the sound of Sabbath bells!

In solemn music pealing through the air!

Again the day of rest these notes declare;

And as their harmony uprising swells,

A voice from universal Nature tells

How sweetly in the anthem she doth share.

Soft breezes whisper to the heavens fair;

A peaceful murmur by the seaside dwells.

The melody of birds, the hum of bees,

The dew-drop falling from the buds of spring,

Each rustling leaf upon the forest trees,

Join in the strain. Now myriad angels sing:

“Prepare, ye mortals, all your jubilees,

And swell hosannahs to the Eternal King.”