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Sunday Poems

Table of Contents

  1. A Sunday Song by Amos Russel Wells
  2. A Rainy Sunday by Ruby Archer
  3. Sunday Morning by Ruby Archer

  1. A Sunday Song

    by Amos Russel Wells

    A hush is in the shining sky,
    A hush is on the golden lands.
    O God on high,
    Fair Nature folds her hands.

    A hymn is in the heart of man,
    High praises jubilant and free.
    Great Artisan,
    Thy creatures worship Thee.

    From quiet fanes where men have trod
    Through centuries of holy ways.
    Our Father's God,
    Their children sing Thy praise.

    And here in my poor life, above
    The dally turmoil harsh and grim,
    O God of love.
    Hear Thou my Sunday hymn.

  2. A Rainy Sunday

    by Ruby Archer

    I love a rainy Sunday,
    With all the world away;
    The cozy hearth intensified
    By gloom of outer day.

    In silken gown fantastic,
    I let my hair go free,
    And idle in and out of books,
    Or weave a melody.

    The rain beyond the window
    Chants on in monotone;
    I muse among my household gods,
    And laugh—to be alone.

    The family is drowsy,
    The very cat asleep;
    And naught comes nigh my revery,
    Growing in silence deep.

    My books are dear companions,
    My pictures well-loved friends,
    My brown divan with Orient grace
    A dreamy languor lends.

    Come often, rainy Sundays,
    Forbidding me to roam—
    Come often, shut the world without,
    And me within my home.

  3. Sunday Morning

    by Ruby Archer

    How sweet to wait within a holy place
    The hour of song and prayer,
    To yield the heart unto a spell of grace,
    Serenely brooding like a presence there.

    The hymns that live within the organ's heart,
    Flow silent o'er the soul;
    Unsounded echoes from the memory start,
    Like mystic writing from an angel's scroll.