| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Poems, Lyrics, and Sonnets (1882) III. At Sabbath Dawn | | By Louisa S. Guggenberger (18451895) |
| | | 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. | |
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| Six times has tempest swept my soul, | 5 |
| And now I gladly spend | |
| A time of quietness with you, | |
| My patient, faithful friend. | |
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| There have been noons of warmer blaze, | |
| And midnights meteor-lit | 10 |
| But never this most placed heaven, | |
| With heart-peace under it. | |
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| There have been throbs of stronger bliss, | |
| Yet is your presence best; | |
| Safe in your firm and quiet hand | 15 |
| My hasty pulses rest. | |
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| For fiercely tides of life have flowed | |
| And ebbed, alas! too fast, | |
| Breathless and spent, I cast me down | |
| On tideless shores at last. | 20 |
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| 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. | | | | |
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