Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. Sabbath MorningAnonymous
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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.”