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The worship of this sabbath Morn
How sweetly it begins
With the full choral hymn of birds
Mingles; no sad lament for sins
Alas! my feet no more may join5
The chearful sabbath train
But if I inwardly lament
Oh! may a will subdued
all grief restrain
No prisoner am I on this couch10
My mind free to roam.
And leisure, peace & loving friends
Are the best treasures of an earthly home
Such gifts are mine
then why deplore the body’s gentle slow decay15
A warning mercifully sent
To fix my hopes upon a surer stay
⟨Composed & written
by D Wordsworth⟩
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