Are you very weary? Rest a little bit. In some quiet corner, fold your hands and sit. Do not let the trials that have grieved you all the day Haunt this quiet corner; drive them all away! Let your heart grow empty of every thought unkind That peace may hover round you, and joy may fill your mind. Count up all your blessings, I'm sure they are not few, That the dear Lord daily just bestows on you. Soon you'll feel so rested, glad you stopped a bit, In this quiet corner, to fold your hands and sit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG |