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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
II. “O weary heart, there is a rest for thee!”
By Mrs. Elizabeth Fries Ellet (1818–1877)
O WEARY heart, there is a rest for thee!
  O truant heart, there is a blessed home,
An isle of gladness on life’s wayward sea,
  Where storms that vex the waters never come.
There trees perennial yield their balmy shade;        5
  There flower-wreathed hills in sunlit beauty sleep;
There meek streams murmur through the verdant glade;
  There heaven bends smiling o’er the placid deep.
Winnowed by wings immortal that fair isle;
  Vocal its air with music from above;        10
There meets the exile eye a welcoming smile;
  There ever speaks a summoning voice of love
Unto the heavy-laden and distressed,—
“Come unto me, and I will give you rest.”

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