There’s rest for the weary, rest even for thee—
I have toiled, and have suffered, and died for thy sin;
Then only believe, and the crown thou shalt win,
The crown of Eternal Life, fadeless and bright,
Prepared for all nations who walk in the light.
E. P. G.
ON LEAVING PINE COTTAGE.
When our bosoms were lightest,
And day-dreams were brightest,