SUNDAY AT PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS. BY REV. WILLIAM B. TAPPAN.

'Tis good for us to rest to-day, And keep the precept well; 'Tis good in village church to pray, At warning of the bell. 'Tis good in fair and noble towns, By brilliant thousands trod, Or where the forests wear their crowns, To stay and worship God. 'Tis is good upon the bounding seas To pray with soul and lip; God sees the sailor on his knees, Aboard the merchant ship. And here, where our forefathers sleep, Who crossed of yore the waves, 'Tis good the Sabbath day to keep Among their ancient graves. 'Tis good to dwell where they have dwelt; 'Tis good a while to stay And pray at altars where they knelt, As they were wont to pray. Though from our rites the thoughtful eye May wander where are seen The tokens of the dead that lie In ranks of summer green: Who, while we wait upon the Lord, That blessings may distil, For us, their sons, keep watch and ward On yonder silent hill: We (as did they) in pilgrimage Lean on these Sabbath hours; Theirs, in each past eventful stage, O present God, be ours!