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Prinzessin Sabbath.
In Arabiens Mährchenbuche
Sehen wir verwünschte Prinzen,
Die zu Zeiten ihre schöne
Urgestalt zurückgewinnen:
5 Das behaarte Ungeheuer
Ist ein Königssohn geworden...
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Prinzessin Sabbath.
In Arabiens Mährchenbuche
Sehen wir verwünschte Prinzen,
Die zu Zeiten ihre schöne
Urgestalt zurückgewinnen:
5 Das behaarte Ungeheuer
Ist ein Königssohn geworden...
PRAISE ye the Lord!
Not in the temple of shapeliest mould,
Polished with marble and gleaming with gold,
Piled upon pillars of slenderest grace,
But here in the blue sky’s luminous face,
Praise ye the Lord!
Praise ye the Lord!
Not where the organ’s melodious wave
Dies ’neath the rafters that narrow the...
With silent awe I hail the sacred morn,
That slowly wakes while all the fields are still!
A soothing calm on every breeze is borne;
A graver murmur gurgles from the rill;
And echo answers softer from the hill;
And sweeter sings the linnet from the thorn:
The skylark warbles in a tone less shrill.
Hail, light serene! hail, sacred Sabbath...
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.
To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The Sabbath of my soul.
Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —
I keep it, staying at Home —
With a Bobolink for a Chorister —
And an Orchard, for a Dome —
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —
I just wear my Wings —
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton — sings.
God...