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THE SCOTTISH SABBATH: 6, by                     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.





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