Written On The Sabbath-Day

When by God's inward light, a happy child, I walked in joy, as in the open air, It seemed to my young thought the Sabbath smiled With glory and with love. So still, so fair, The Heavens looked ever on that hallowed morn, That, without aid of memory, something there Had surely told me of its glad return. How did my little heart at evening burn, When, fondly seated on my father's knee, Taught by the lip of love, I breathed the prayer, Warm from the fount of infant piety! Much is my spirit changed; for years have brought Intenser feeling and expanded thought; —Yet, must I envy every child I see!