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“This is the day when Christ arose,
So early from the dead;
And shall I still my eyelids close
And waste my hours in bed!
“This is the day when Jesus broke
The chains of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan’s yoke
And love my sins so well!”
THIS well-known hymn was on Amy’s mind when she awoke on the following
day, and it rose from her heart like the sweet incense burnt every
morning in the Tabernacle of Israel. But Dora’s thoughts on waking,
and for some time afterwards, might be summed up in the words—“Oh,
I wish that this day were not Sunday! How tiresome it is, when my
beautiful pattern is all ready, not to be able to try it!”
[Illustration: THE ALTAR OF INCENSE.