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One pleasant morn, o'er hill and plain The sunbeams brightly fell, And loudly o'er the steepled fane Rung out the Sabbath bell.

And they who loved the day of rest, Went forth with one accord,— Each in the way he deemed the best, To wait upon the Lord.

But not with these, in lane or street. Was Henry seen that day; He had not learned to turn his feet To wisdom's pleasant way.

But he God's holy day would take With wicked boys to rove In search of walnut trees to shake Throughout the woody grove.

With basket o'er his shoulders thrown, His garments soiled and torn, Young Henry sauntered from the town This pleasant Sabbath morn.

His widowed mother, sick and poor, Had taught him better things;