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 I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, "Behold it is the Sabbath morn".

And I arose, and I released The casement, and the light increased With freshness in the dawning east.

Like soften'd airs that blowing steal, When meres begin to uncongeal, The sweet church bells began to peal.

On to God's house the people prest: Passing the place where each must rest, Each enter'd like a welcome guest.

One walk'd between his wife and child, With measur'd footfall firm and mild, And now and then he gravely smiled.