IT was a pleasant morning, in the time When the leaves fall -- and the bright sun shone out As when the morning stars first sang together -- So quietly and calmly fell his light Upon a world at rest. There was no leaf In motion, and the loud winds slept, and all Was still. The lab'ring herd was grazing Upon the hill-side quietly -- uncall'd By the harsh voice of man; and distant sound, Save from the murmuring waterfall, came not As usual on the ear. One hour stole on, And then another of the morning, calm And still as Eden ere the birth of man. And then broke in the Sabbath chime of bells -- And the old man, and his descendants, went Together to the house of God. I join'd The well-apparell'd crowd. The holy man Rose solemnly, and breathed the prayer of faith -- And the gray saint, just on the wing for heaven -- And the fair maid -- and the bright-hair'd young man -- And child of curling locks, just taught to close The lash of its blue eye the while; -- all knelt In attitude of prayer -- and then the hymn, Sincere in its low melody, went up To worship God. The white-hair'd pastor rose And look'd upon his flock -- and with an eye That told his interest, and voice that spoke In tremulous accents, eloquence like Paul's, He lent Isaiah's fire to the truths Of revelation, and persuasion came Like gushing waters from his lips, till hearts Unused to bend were soften'd, and the eye Unwont to weep sent forth the willing tear. I went my way -- but as I went, I thought How holy was the Sabbath-day of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |