Quote#Work
How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Quote byJames Grahame · 1765–1811
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Sabbath, l. 1 (1804).
English (original)
How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.
— James Grahame
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