SEE, the Sabbath of the Lord Sheds its holy beams abroad; At the breaking of the day, In the fields afar I stray, Through the distance, soft and clear, Hark! the matin bells I hear. Silently in prayer I kneel, Gently o'er my spirit steal Holy awe and tender grief, And a sacred, calm relief; Lord! how many seen by thee Are there kneeling now with me! Lo! the heavens near and far Full of light and beauty are, Seeming ready to reveal All the glories they conceal; Thus the Sabbath of the Lord Sheds its holy beams abroad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS A FORSAKEN GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN THE WATER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS ON THE DEATH OF SMET-SMET, THE HIPPOTAMUS-GODDESS by RUPERT BROOKE |