Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 6, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR Poet's Biography First Line: Twilight's grey shades are gathering o'er the dell Last Line: Where heaven is served more purely than in thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Delta Subject(s): Sabbath; Sunday | ||||||||
TWILIGHT'S grey shades are gathering o'er the dell, In the red west the sun hath shut his eye, The stars are gathering in the conscious sky, As, with a solemn sound, the curfew bell Tolls thro' the breezeless air, as 'twere farewell To God's appointed day of sanctity. Scotland, I glory that throughout thy bounds (And O! whilst holy canst thou be unblest?) Each Sabbath is a jubilee of rest, And prayer and praise almost the only sounds. Richer and prouder other lands may be; But, while the world endures, be this thy boast, (A worthy one) that sunshine gilds no coast Where Heaven is served more purely than in thee. | 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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