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THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD

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First Line: SLEEP, SLEEP TODAY, TORMENTING CARES
Last Line: A GOD OF PURITY!
Subject(s): SABBATH; SUNDAY;
SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.
To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.
Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!


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