MEAGRE observance that we make, and lame,
With tasks inverted, of Jehovah’s day!
We at whose hands our fellow-men should claim
The Sabbath’s work, are mutes to them; and they
Who else should rest,— (alas! to praise or pray,
Our help their different faith forbids to ask!)—
Since this our long-drawn journey cannot stay,
Still ply, as through the week, their wonted task:
We may not kneel; with books in hand we bask
Beneath the sun, and roll on surges rude,
Culling thel eaves; nor can the sadness mask
Which will, ill-timed, on thankful thoughts intrude:
Yet bless us, Lord, and bless the distant Word
Preach’d to our flocks, and be those suppliants heard!
(George Jehoshaphat Mountain)
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