Excerpt from Littell's Living Age, Vol. 6: July, August, September, 1845; With a Complete Index The Sabbath-bell! How sweetly breathes O'er hill and dale that hallowed sound, \vhen spring her first bright chaplet wreathes The cotter's humble porch around And glistening meads of vernal green The blossomed bow - the spiral corn Smile o'er the brook that flows between, As shadowing forth a fairer morn. The Sabbath bell - 'tis stillness all, Save where the lamb's unconscious bleat' And the lone-wood-dove's plaintive call, Are mingling with its cadence sweet Save when the lark, on soaring wing, At heaven's gate pours her matin song Oh thus shall feathered warbler sing, Nor man the grateful strain prolong? The Sabbath bell - how soothing flow. Those greetings to the peasant's breast li Who knows not labor, ne'er can know The blessed calm that sweetens rest The day-spring of his pilgrimage, Who, freed awhile from earthly care, Turns meekly to a heaven-taught-page; And reads his hope recorded there. The Sabbath-bell - yes, not in vain. That bidding on the gale is borne; Glad respite from the echoing wain, The sounding axe, the clamorous horn Far other thoughts those notes inspire, When youth forgets his frolic pace, And maid and matron, son and sire, Their church-way path together trace. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.