THE DEPARTED SABBATH.

A SABBATH gone-for ever gone!
Another's sun may not arise

Ere I unclose these wond'ring eyes
Upon the resurrection morn ;—

Ere I behold the "great white throne" On which He sits, before whose face

The Heaven and Earth can find no place,

But man must give account alone:

No sheltering hill-no secret cave,
To hide him from that scene, is there,-
No ocean, in whose depths Despair

Itself could smile to find a grave;

No tempest-laden clouds, whose gloom Lends a dark sanction to his flight

Who fain would steal, by dead of night,

Back to the silence of the tomb.—

Ere I behold, as far as ken

Can wander through unbounded space, The countless hosts redeeming grace

Has ransomed of the sons of men ;

See, beautiful in white array
Each heir of heavenly glory stand,
Or stoop to kiss the pierced hand
Which gives a golden crown away.

A Sabbath gone-for ever gone!
Another's sun may not arise

Ere I unclose these wond'ring eyes

Upon the resurrection morn.

NOTES.

NOTES.

Page 17, line 10.

Whose streets of gold as glass transparent shine.

"And the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass."— Rev. xxi. 21.

Page 17, line 15.

To seraph harps refined, and ever tuned.

"Then crowned again their golden harps they took,

Harps ever tuned."

MILTON, Paradise Lost, b. iii. 1. 365.

Page 19, line 3.

The cloud that always must conceal that spot
And Heaven's high-road without me.

"Jesus saith unto him, I am the way."-John, xiv. 6.