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 On which parts all heroic, as they dream, Wait for their entrance, pre-ordained for them! Nowhere, as where abides domestic love, So richly "Happy" dawneth the New Year.

But best and dearest to the household comes The day of holy rest; God's sabbath day; From the world's early morning consecrate To piety and peace, to prayer and praise, And all the sanctities of worship paid; To pleasures such as days of toil know not; To love, the grace that the whole law fulfils— Mother of virtues—of all thoughts and deeds That to the pure in heart divinest seem, And e'en to earth some semblance lend to heaven. With the fresh morn, while grateful stillness reigns— Stopped the great treadmill of the world awhile— Parents and children meet with greetings kind Around the wonted altar. The calm hour No haste demands; and first to heaven ascends In one sweet harmony, from joyful lips,