Travelleth towards the land of Heaven;
No other balm will there be given.
Sir W. Raleigh.
From darkness, here, and dreariness,
We ask not full repose;
Only be Thou at hand to bless
Our trial hour of woes.
Is not the pilgrim’s toil o’erpaid
By the clear rill and palmy shade?
And see we not up earth’s dark glade,