The Sabbath
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Title
The Sabbath
Description
THE world is full of toil,
The world is full of care,
The world is full of grief,
The world is full of sin,
There is a world - where none
It bids the traveler roam,
It binds the laborer to the soil,The student to his home -
The beasts of burden sigh,O'erloaded and opprest -
The Sabbath lifts its banner high,And gives the weary rest.
The world is full of care,
The haggard brow is wrought
In furrows as of fixed despair,And check'd the heavenward thought
But with indignant grace,The Sabbath's chastening tone
Drives money changers from the placeWhich God doth call his own.
The world is full of grief,
Sorrows o'er sorrows roll,
And the far hope that brings reliefDoth sometimes pierce the soul.
The Sabbath's peaceful boundBears Mercy's holy seal.
A Balm of Gilead for the wound,That man is weak to heal.
The world is full of sin,
A dangerous flood it rolls,
The unwary to its breast to win,And whelm unstable souls.
The Sabbath's beacon tellsOf reefs and wrecks below,
And warns, though gay the billows swell,Beneath are death and wo.
There is a world - where none
With fruitless labor sigh,
Where care awakes no lingering groan,And grief no agony;
Where sin, with fatal arts,Hath never forged her chains,
But deep-enthroned in angel hearts,One endless Sabbath reigns.
Creator
L.H.S. (Lydia Huntley Sigourney)
Source
2:43, p. 172
Date
1838.12.15
Contributor
From the Hartford Observer
Collection
Citation
L.H.S. (Lydia Huntley Sigourney), “The Sabbath,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 20, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/294.
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