O WEARY heart, there is a rest for thee! O truant heart -- there is a blessed home, An isle of gladness on life's wayward sea, Where storms, that vex the waters, never come. There trees perennial yield their balmy shade, There flower-wreath'd hills in sunlit beauty sleep; There meek streams murmur through the verdant glade There heaven bends smiling o'er the placid deep. Winnow'd by wings immortal that fair isle; Vocal its air with music from above; There meets the exile eye a welcoming smile; There ever speaks a summoning voice of love Unto the heavy-laden and distress'd, -- "Come unto me, and I will give you rest." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HESTER PRYNNE? by KAREN SWENSON KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 78 by ALFRED TENNYSON MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY |