Poetry
... Pomtp. REST FOR THE WEARY. WnJERE shall the weary rest- OhI where shall sorrow cease? The heart, with fear and care opprest, Where shall it meet with peace? Hope whispers of a scene Beyond the dreary tomb, Where not a cloud can intervene; And death can never come. The river of cur God Glides calm and tranquil there, And flowers that fade not deck the sod, And fragrance fills the air. No ...