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, There flower-wreath'd hills in sunlit beauty sleep; There meek streams murmur through the verdant glade There heaven bends smiling o'er the placid deep. Winnow'd by wings immortal that fair isle; Vocal its air with music from above; There meets the exile eye a welcoming smile; There ever speaks a summoning voice of love Unto the heavy-laden and distress'd, -- "Come unto me, and I will give you rest." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE HANDSOME KNIGHT by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT THE DOWNS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MACROMICROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE, THE AUTHOR LEFT .. VERSE by ROBERT BURNS |