NOT for us the Sabbath of the quiet streets, Sabbath peaceful o'er the world outspread, Felt where every man his neighbor greets, Heard in hush of many a slowly passing tread. Not the robe of silence for our holy day:— Noisy flock the worker and the player; Toil and stir and laughter of the way Surge around the steps that seek a place of prayer. Silent we while through the thronging street and mart Work-day clamor of the city rolls:— Cloistered inly, from the world apart, Ours 'tis to bear the Sabbath in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON |