Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 4, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: Fallen hath our lot on days of pleasant calm Last Line: Remorse and moral blindness be unknown. Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Sabbath; Sunday | ||||||||
FALLEN hath our lot on days of pleasant calm, How different from the stormy times of yore When prayer was broken by the cannon's roar, And death-shrieks mingled with the choral psalm! In sacred as in civil rights, we now Are Freedom's children: not in doubt and fear, But with blest confidence, in noonday clear, As fitliest deems the heart, the knee we bow: Soon be it so with all! may Christian light Diffusing mental day from zone to zone, Rescue lorn lands from Superstition's blight, Of Earth an Eden make, and reign alone; Then Man shall loathe the wrong, and choose the right, Remorse and moral blindness be unknown. | 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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