And of the sixth day yet remained There wanted yet the master work, the end Of all yet done: a creature who not prone And brute as other creatures but endued With sanctity of reason might erect His stature and, upright with front serene, Govern the rest, self-knowing, and from thence Magnanimous to correspond with Heaven, But grateful to acknowledge whence his good Descends, thither with heart and voice and eyes Directed in devotion to adore And worship God supreme who made him chief Of all His works. John Milton
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The last day of creation is often seen as the most important day of the week. On that day, God completed all His creation. It is also the day that we are asked to conclude our days with thanksgiving and praise. There is something so special about the feeling of completion.

It’s a feeling of satisfaction and appreciation for what you have accomplished in your life. The last day is also a day where many people choose to reflect on their lives, either to be grateful for what they have or to recognize areas they may want to improve upon.

Source: Paradise Lost

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