Rest After Pain.
The patient, suffering heart is hushed and still
And he has gained eternal rest at last,
All care is over now, all weariness,
All pain is past.
Not as a foe, but as a friend Death came,
Bearing the gift of peace in his pale hand;
He touched the tortured heart and anguish fled
At his command.
Rest, weary one, and be thou not afraid,
Death guards thee well, no agonizing dart
Can pierce the icy shield his hand has laid
Above thy heart.
Sleep, well-beloved, no harm can come to thee,
For all is peace within that “low green tent,”
Sleep, and enjoy the long desired rest
That Heaven sent.