Rest
Slow step by step, day after day,
I journey on my homeward way;
And darkly dream the Land of Light
Is drawing near, night after night;
Where I shall reach my Rest at last,
And smile at all the troubles past.
Sometimes I sing; sometimes I sigh;
Sometimes I lift the longing eye;
Sometimes my heart laughs 'neath its load,
To think of that august abode,
Where I shall reach my Rest at last,
And smile at all the trials past.
She will be near, my Star of Hope,
When at the gloomy gate I grope,
And take my hand and ope for me
The door of Immortality!
And I shall know my Rest at last,
And triumph in the perils past.
