Poem by Louisa Sarah Bevington

At Sabbath Dawn

SIX times the sun has hotly lit
A smoke-wreathed scene of care,
To-day the dust of toil is laid,
And children are at prayer.

Six times has tempest swept my soul,
And now I gladly spend
A time of quietness with you,
My patient, faithful friend.

There have been noons of warmer blaze,
And midnights meteor-lit,
But never this most placid heaven,
With heart-peace under it.

There have been throbs of stronger bliss,
Yet is your presence best;
Safe in your firm and quiet hand
My hasty pulses rest.

Too fiercely tides of life have flowed,
And ebbed, alas! too fast,
Breathless and spent, I cast me down
On tideless shores at last.

I do not ask if this be love,
I know it to be rest;
The sabbath of my life has dawned,
And I am very blest.

1. Love’s Depth
2. Valuation
3. The Most Beautiful Thing
4. Her Worst and Best
5. In and out of Church

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