Poem by James Thomson

Day

WAKING one morning
In a pleasant land,
By a river flowing
Over golden sand:--

Whence flow ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We come flowing
From the Silent Land.

Whither go ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We go flowing
To the Silent Land.

And what is this fair realm?
A grain of golden sand
In the great darkness
Of the Silent Land.

1. The City of Dreadful Night
2. In the Room
3. The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old
4. A Song of Sighing
5. Once in a Saintly Passion

Jones Very Day ("Day! I lament that none can hymn thy praise")

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