The carnage moved on, and alone in the vale, The Shepherd knelt down by the dead in his mail, And there, with his arm on that still reeking sword, Poured forth his thanksgiving in prayer to the Lord. _Anon._ DAY. And God called the light _Day_.--Genesis, i. 5. The _day_ of the Lord is great and very terrible; and who can abide it?--Joel, ii. 11. But of that _day_ and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.--Matthew, xxiv. 36. The _dayspring_ from on high hath visited us.--Luke, i. 78. Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the _day_ of salvation.--II. Corinthians, vi. 2. How many hours bring about the _day_? How many _days_ will finish up the year? _Shakspere._ The breath of heaven, blowing pure and sweet, With _dayspring_ born, here leaves us to respire. _Milton._ Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams, and promises of _day_. _Prior._ Once more, my soul, the rising _day_ Salutes my waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies. Night unto night His name repeats, The _day_ renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. _Watts._ See, where the falling _day_ In silence steals away, Behind the western hills withdrawn; Her fires are quench’d, her beauty fled, With blushes all her face o’erspread, As conscious she had ill fulfill’d The promise of the dawn. Another morning soon shall rise, Another _day_ salute our eyes, As smiling and as fair as she, And make as many promises: But do not thou The tale believe. They’re sisters all, And all deceive. _Barbauld._ Sudden in the sky Stands the great sun! Like the first glorious breath Of Freedom to the slave, like Hope upon The hush of woe, or through the mists of death The pardoning Angel--comes to earth the Sun. Ice still on land--still vapour in the air, But Light--the victor Lord--but Light is there! On siege-worn cities, when their war is spent, From the far hill as gleam on gleam, arise The spears of some great aiding armament, Grow the dim splendours, broadening up the skies; Till, bright and brighter, the sublime array Flings o’er the world the banners of the _Day_! _Sir E. Bulwer Lytton._ That _day_ of wrath, that dreadful _day_, When heaven and earth shall pass away; What power shall be the sinner’s stay? How will ye meet that dreadful _day_?