Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 5, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: On shores far foreign, or remoter seas Last Line: All yet shall meet on heaven's eternal strand. Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Sabbath; Sunday | ||||||||
ON shores far foreign, or remoter seas, How doth poor Scotland's wanderer hail thy ray, Blest Sabbath! and with "joy of woe" survey In thought his native dwelling 'mid its trees And childhood's hauntsand faces well-beloved Friends of his soul by distance made more dear! Oh! as fond Memory scans them with a tear, By Manhood be it shedand unreproved: He thinks of timestimes ne'er to come again Sweet times, when to the old kirk, hand in hand, With those he loved in his far Fatherland He wont on Sabbath morn to cross the plain! Tell him, Religion, and 'twill soothe his pain, All yet shall meet on Heaven's eternal strand. | 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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