Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 3, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: Soother of life, physician of all ail Last Line: Is ever through sin's labyrinth our guide. Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Sabbath; Sunday | ||||||||
SOOTHER of life, physician of all ail, Thou, more than reputation, wealth, or power, In the soul's garden the most glorious flower, Earth's link to Heaven, Religion thee I hail! Than Luxury's domes, where thou art oft forgot, Life's aim and object quite misunderstood, With thee how far more blest the lowliest cot, The coarsest raiment, and the simplest food! 0! may not with the Heavenly, holy calm Of Sabbath, from our hearts thine influence glide; But, thro' Earth's pilgrimage, whate'er betide, May o'er our path thy sweets descend like balm; Faith telling that the Almighty light, "I Am," Is ever through Sin's labyrinth our guide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUNDAY: NEW GUINEA by KARL SHAPIRO SABBATHS: 2001 by WENDELL BERRY SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY by PAUL BLACKBURN THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |
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