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THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 4, by                     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.





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