THE SABBATH’S MUSIC.
How softly on the evening air Come the sweet chimes of distant bells, Uprising from the house of prayer, In music’s soft and solemn swells. The sound seemed to my boyhood’s ears Some symphony from seraph hands, Or the sweet music of the spheres, As heard by earth’s enraptured bands. How often at the twilight hour, When solemn stillness reigned around, My heart has felt the wondrous power Of their sweet, softly soothing sound. The air seems tremulous with tones Of melody almost divine ; Like that the wondrous statue owns, Whene’er her God smiles on the shrine. And Echo’s myriaid voiced deep choir, Enthroned among these ancient hills, Takes up the strain—an answering lyre— And all the air with music tills. And as the shadows fall apace, And darkness o’er the landscape Hings, Fond Fancy fills the vibrant space With rustling soft of angels’ wings.
W.W. Malott.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 8, 20 February 1892, Page 171
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150THE SABBATH’S MUSIC. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 8, 20 February 1892, Page 171
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