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...FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES |