No. 2I.

SABBATH MORNING
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 A Sabbath Morning Calm and bright. The sun goes up the eastern sky, And filings abroad fairy light On every thing that meets the eye The mountains look more grand to-day; The valleys have sweeter green; The waters have wilder play; The birds are singing to the scene. And then the sort of solemn hush That seems to lie on every thing, In which thousand feelings gush Anew, as waters from their sping It may be fancy, yet we deem There is a holiness in this And we can yield us to the dream, And think we find purer bliss. We go abroad, and seem to feel 4 sert of wonder in all things The bosom has wilder thrill; The spirit seems to noun, on wings; Oh let it. like some eastern bird, Mount up and soar info the sky, Where angel hands and hearts are stirr'd, And angel music wanders by. And we shall gain some newer power To press along the path ot life; More peaceful in the peaceful hour, More earnest in the path of strife; Till the greater work of Faith is done; Lite's action, it's endurance to; And the clouds melt into the sun, And Heaven in glory comes to view! w. T. B..