THE SABBATH OF THE WORLD.

From an unpublished Dramatic Poem.

Then, spent at last six thousand years of ill,
O'er this regenerated Earth shall dawn

The Day of Rest-the thousand years of peace-
A Day which knows not waning nor decline;
The dewy tears of no decaying Eve

Shall weep its doom, no shadowy Night close in
The Sabbath of the World,—that glorious Morn
Shall ripen into Everlasting Noon.

Then shall the wilderness rejoice, the desert

Bloom as the rose; these snows shall then reflect

The dazzling radiance of unclouded Suns,
These rugged rocks be soften'd into beauty,-
The myrtle blossom where the tangled briar

Ran wild, the fir-tree where of late the thorn.

1852.

POEMS.

POEMS.

BY

TRESSILIAN GEORGE NICHOLAS, M.A.

LONDON:

JOHN HUGHES, 12, AVE MARIA LANE.

MDCCCLI.

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