Classic Poem

The Lord's own day is here!
Alone I kneel on this broad plain;
A matin-bell just sounds: again
'Tis silence, far and near.

Here kneel I on the sod;
O deep amazement, strangely felt!
As though, unseen, vast numbers knelt
And prayed with me to God.

Yon heav'n, afar and near —
So bright, so glorious seems its cope
As though e'en now its gates would ope —
The Lord's own day is here!