AFTER a week of restless care and coil, How sweet unspeakably it is to wake, And see, in sunshine, thro' the lattice break The Sabbath morn's serene and saintly smile! To hallowed quiet human stir is hushed; 'Twould almost seem that the external world Felt God's command, and that the sea-waves curled More blandly, making music as they rushed. The flowers breathe fragrance; from the summer fields Hark to the small birds singing, singing on As 'twere an endless anthem to the throne Of Nature for the boundless stores she yields: Yea! to the Power that shelters and that shields, All living things mute adoration own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WATERFALL by HENRY VAUGHAN PERFECT WOMAN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER |