...prayer, — " How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow paths, their way Toward spire and tower 'midst shadowy elms...children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the swift winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream...

...many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow paths their way ; Towards spire and tower, "midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day. The halls, from old heroic ages grey, Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlets low,...

...into liberty, and light, and life ! BP. PORT si's. SABBATH SONNET. How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths,...children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream...

...many blessed groups this hour are bending Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence...children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream....

...— How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose mesdow-paths, their WIT Toward spire and tower, midst shadowy elms ascending,...children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play, Send out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream....

...many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence...children forth ; and hamlets low, With whose thick orchard-blooms the soft winds play Sends out their inmates in a happy flow, Like a freed vernal stream....

...: — How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths, thrir way Toward spire and tower, midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallow d day ! The halls, from old heroic ages grey, Pour their fair children forth ; and hamlets low,...

...many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow path their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day ! " It always appears to me most applicable to our own Sunday scene. But" she added, "...

...many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose uieadow patli their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day ! " It always appears to me most applicable to our own Sunday scene. But" she added, "...

...singer," whose harp was henceforth to be hung upon the willows. " How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow-paths,...and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweat chimes proclaim the hallow'd day ! The halls, from old heroic ages grey. Pour their fair children...