Charles Lloyd - To the Sabbath lyrics

Ah! quiet day, I oft recall the time When I did chase my childish sluggishness The "rear of darkness lingering still"--to dress In due sort for thy coming: the first chime Of blithesome bells that ushered in the morn Carolled to me of rest and simplest mirth: It was then all happiness on the wide earth To gaze! I little dreamt that man was born For aught but wholesome toil and holiest praise, Thanking that God who made him to rejoice! But I am changéd now! nor could I raise My sunken spirit at thy well-known voice; But that thou seemest soothingly to say, "Look up, poor mourner, to a better day."