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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 24, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 52.

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SABBATHS

By H. Bonar

Bright days, we need you in a world like this! Be brighter still—ye can not be too bright. The world's six days of vanity and toil Would, but for you, oppress us with their night.
Bright days, in you heaven cometh nearer earth, And earth more fully breathes the balm of heaven; The stillness of your air infuses calm, Fairest and sweetest of the weekly seven.
Your dews are fresher, greener spread your fields; Your streams flow by us with a sweeter song; Your flowers give out a fragrance doubly soft, And the unwearied hours the joy prolong.
Ye are like openings in a cloudy sky Through which we see the hidden blue beyond; Ye are like palm-trees in a wilderness, Where all is barrenness and death around.
Bright days, abide with us; we need you still! Ye are the ever-gushing wells of time; Ye are the open casement where we hear The distant notes of heaven's descending chime.
—H. Bonar.