Rest

Slow step by step, day after clay,
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.