REST UPON THY HEART.
HROUGH the ditch, and through the mire, Through the valley, o'er the plain,Up the mountain, down the mountain— Rest upon thy heart again.Deep the ditch, and black the mire, Sunless valley, dreary plain,Up the mountain, down the mountain— Safe upon thy heart again.
In the desert long a pilgrim, Broken staff, and sandals worn,Garments old, and patched and tattered— Shivering in the chilly morn.
Sunless mornings, nights so moonless, Starless, cloudy, wind and rain,Tent in tatters,—parched and thirsty— Rest upon thy heart again.
