December 5, 1841.

“THERE REMAINETH THEREFORE A REST.”

How sweet the sound of rest,

To pilgrims weary of the length’ning road!

With quicken’d steps they seek the blest abode

Where sorrow is exchanged for peace and love;

So flies, with eager haste, the timid dove,

To seek her shelt’ring nest!

The aromatic gales

Which reach us oft in contemplative hours,