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the emigrant's sabbath day.
While flowers send up their incense thro' the dews
To Him who robed them in their varied hues,
Who filled each bell with fragrance, gave each bud
A richer dye, or some abundant good,
And strewed them, gemlike, o'er the smiling land,
Marks of his love, and wonders of his hand.
Now on the breeze, from verdant valleys swell
The distant echoes of the Sabbath bell;
To the rapt ear, as they were voiced from heaven,
The mellow tones harmoniously are given;
To humble fanes the villagers repair,
Bow down the heart, and bend the knee in prayer,
And hear from lips revered the message high
Of Him who governs all immensity.
To Him who robed them in their varied hues,
Who filled each bell with fragrance, gave each bud
A richer dye, or some abundant good,
And strewed them, gemlike, o'er the smiling land,
Marks of his love, and wonders of his hand.
Now on the breeze, from verdant valleys swell
The distant echoes of the Sabbath bell;
To the rapt ear, as they were voiced from heaven,
The mellow tones harmoniously are given;
To humble fanes the villagers repair,
Bow down the heart, and bend the knee in prayer,
And hear from lips revered the message high
Of Him who governs all immensity.
But turn awhile to other scenes than these—
Lo! 'neath the shelter of umbrageous trees,
Within some forest of the western wilds,
In sweet seclusion, a rude cabin smiles.
A little band, from regions far away,
Here find a home—and happy children play
On the green sward, as careless and as free,
As summer birds that build on every tree.
Lo! 'neath the shelter of umbrageous trees,
Within some forest of the western wilds,
In sweet seclusion, a rude cabin smiles.
A little band, from regions far away,
Here find a home—and happy children play
On the green sward, as careless and as free,
As summer birds that build on every tree.
