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SABBATH MORNING.
Welcome, welcome, quiet morning—
I 've no task, no toil to-day;
Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is gliding;
Soon the longest life departs;
Nothing human is abiding,
Save the love of humble hearts;
Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care the labor,
Earth's poor trifles to possess.
Swift my childhood's dreams are passing,
Like the startled doves they fly,
Or bright clouds, each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.
Soon I 'll hear earth's flattering story,
