NEWLY FALLEN ASLEEP. 105 That shall be thine! All well with thee; O, would that it were mine! Hours without fret or care; The prize well won,— These shall be thine? All well with thee; O, would that they were mine! Days without toil or grief; Time's burdens borne With strength well-worn, These shall be thine All well with thee; O, would that they were mine! Rest without broken dreams, Or wakeful fears, Or hidden tears, That shall be thine; All well with thee; O, would that it were mine! 106 NEWLY FALLEN ASLEEP. Life that shall fear no death, Of light and love,— That shall be thine! All well with thee; O, would that it were mine! Morn that shall light the tomb, And call from dust The slumbering just,— That shall be thine! All well with thee O, would that it were mine! THE FLESH RESTING IN HOPE. "The grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.... the clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him."-Job xxvii. 13, xi. 33 LIE down, frail body, here, Lie down, "vile body," here, No couch of flowers more softly spread,- Lie down with all thy aches, How soon shall all thy life-long ills For ever disappear. *Phil. iii. 21. 108 THE FLESH RESTING IN HOPE. Thro' these well-guarded gates No foe can entrance gain; No sickness wastes, nor once intrudes The tossings of the night, The frettings of the day, All end, and like a cloud of dawn, Foot-sore and worn thou art, Breathless with toil and fight, How welcome now the long-sought sleep Brief night and quiet couch In some star-lighted room, Watched but by one beloved eye, A sky without a cloud, A sea without a wave, These are but shadows of thy rest In this thy peaceful grave. |