Rest in Heaven

Rest in Heaven

If ever life should seem

To thee a tedious way,

And gladness cease to beam

Upon the clouded day:

If like the weary dove,

O'er shoreless ocean driven,

Raise thou think eye above -

There's rest for thee in Heaven!

But O, if thornless flowers

Throughout thy pathway bloom,

And gaily fleet the hours,

Unstained by earthly gloom -

Still let not every thought

To this poor world be given;

Nor always be forgot

Thy better rest in Heaven!

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1:33, p. 4

1837.08.19