Mrs. E. S. Eaton Loomis.
We're very "tired, my heart and I."
So long we've toiled, and all in vain,
We fear;__but just beyond our pain
We see, beneath a brighter sky,
Shelter, and rest, and all good cheer,
Are there. Ah me, 't is hard to wait!
Hasten, O Death, and ope the gate,
So we may have, in that high sphere,
WITHOUT, life's shadows darkly fall,
Gloomy, and gray, and chill;
Within, the air is all aglow;
Within, my spirit's ill
Is healed by Holy Will;
Without, I ne'er could find a balm
To heal the wounds it bears.